Inspiration

Today, I would like to give a shout out to the music that inspires us all.  If it weren't for the right song at just the right time I don't think I would get much of anything accomplished.  Few ideas would float into my head, I would have fewer triggers to remember a good moment, and I know I would not enjoy life to the fullest.  If it weren't for Paramore's song "Brick by Boring Brick," I don't know that I would've been able to write the piece of my story titled Butterfly Paints, because it reminded me of a childhood memory that suddenly was transformed into a story.  Kelly Clarkson's "Whyyawannabringmedown" was the inspiration for the novel I happen to be working on right now.  That song started a film in my brain and I had to put it to paper.  It was knocking on my brain so hard that I couldn't ignore it and every time I hear it I write another piece to my story.  Sometimes my brother will start randomly writing a song and it will trigger something.  Today, Sia was very inspirational.  It set the mood for what I was writing and I just kept flying through the words and loving every second of it.  There are so many others that I would like to thank and there is so much more I would like to say regarding the inspiration of music but I'd be here all day.  To sum up, music is art, art is a story and a story is what makes us who we are.

Success!

I am extremely happy to report that my first official working day was a complete success.  All I had to do was simply start writing.  I just need to stop being afraid of what will happen if it doesn't turn out perfectly to start out with.  Writing is re-writing, and that's okay.  So, here I am, throwing my perfectionist side out the window.  I'm going to stop trying to create the perfect characters and write them how a person is meant to be written, human.  Even though I call them working days, writing should be fun.  Let working day #2 commence!

Working Day

Today is going to be what I am affectionately calling a working day.  Since I quit my job in the spring I've felt that I needed to be writing.  And what have I done with said feeling?  Not a whole lot.  Yeah I've written the occasional short story and I keep trying to outline a book that's been festering in the back of my mind.  But what have I really done?  I really don't have much to show for myself.  Last night I got to thinking about how I really write and I remembered a philosophy I adapted a couple of years ago.  I realized that I just need to sit down and write.  That's how all of my best work has come about.  Outlines are nice but they've never worked for me.  What I need to do is just sit down and let my characters tell the story as it happened.  So, needless to say that's what I'm going to do today.  I'm just going to sit down next to a power source and let my characters tell the story.  If it doesn't work, who cares?  After all writing is re-writing, right?

On a different note, I finished yet another book.  I devoured this one in just a couple of days.  It is the second book in the Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy.  (The first book is Shiver.)  It took a very interesting spin that I didn't expect.  However, I wasn't really surprised by it.  The first book hints at it and the reader knows it has to happen sooner or later.  I loved the introduction of new points of view and grew to love those even more than the original characters.  Maybe just because they're new... maybe.  This book is very well written and seems almost poetic at times, just like the first one.  Now, unfortunately, and as usual I am waiting for the third one.  In the mean time, I think I will be picking up other books by Maggie Stiefvater.  Happy reading!

Finally!!

I have finally read a book after my own heart!  Well, at least in one political aspect of my life.  It is possible that this post may a offend several of you out there but... I'm saying it anyway.  Ever since my English 2010 class a couple of years ago when Global Warming was shoved down my throat by my professor I've had a really bad taste in my mouth for said political agenda.  In order to get a good grade on my final paper guess what I did.  Yes!  I wrote my final persuasive paper promoting/arguing for Global Warming.  She must have bought into all the lies and sarcasm I was selling because I received an excellent grade!  There was nothing in all of the months of research I did that could convince me that Global Warming was actually happening.  Absolutely nothing!  So, what does all of that have to do with this book?  I'll tell you.  This book is a work of fiction, but I've never read a work of fiction that had a 50 page bibliography to go with it.  Needless to say I had no idea what this book was going to be about before my brother handed it to me to read.  Though it is fiction, it has so much research embedded into its pages and its wonderful.
A group of left wing Global Warming supporters are having trouble getting the public to believe that their political agenda actually exists.  So what's the only thing that can be done?  Create events to convince them.  Sure lives will be lost, but that's a small price to pay for the sake of the Earth... right?  Enter Peter Evans.  In the beginning he is a believer until he meets a mysterious man that throws everything he believes out the window and has scientific evidence to prove it!  The story keeps evolving and things get more and more exciting and complex.  This is a book that really makes you think about who's running the show when it comes to Global Warming and even other political topics.  I recommend this book, even if you do believe that Global Warming is a problem because the story-telling is pretty good and keeps you at the edge of your seat.