After an incident at work the other day, I learned about this blog, Girl, You Lost Your Weave about hair pieces that are lost around St. Louis. This intrigued me about other quirky websites. I went on a hunt and found the following:
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Creo Somnium takes Social Media by Storm
I would like to draw your attention to a few social media outlets that Creo Somnium has been linking up with! (Dun dun dun…) In an effort to keep better connected with people and to keep the inspiration flowing between us. You can find links to the following in the upper right column of the Creo Somnium page.
Reblog from WP: Create a Custom Image Widget: A How-To for Non-Designers
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so if you have these on your blog, be very flattered. I love the look of these on blogs that have them; they look so together. I’ll be adding some of my own very soon – just wait and see!
“I will not be returning to Ferguson”
For the past week or so, I have been doing something I don’t normally do: I have spent hours watching the twitter feed about #Ferguson. Like, a whole night. Vice News has been streaming every night, and I’ve been watching/listening to the protests, other people around and the police around the cameras. I was annoyed at myself for spending my time doing that instead of other things, but on Tuesday, after seeing this on the twitter feed, I felt really uncomfortable:
“Tonight, millions of American will watch #Ferguson for entertainment. This is Rome, and the media make it worse.”
Thanks to The Hunger Games and learning about the origin of the word, “Panem,” I caught the reference to Rome, and it was convicting. In a way, I think it’s good that media coverage was like this. The police department wasn’t giving any details about what happened and, at least at first, traditional news wasn’t paying much attention to it.
However, it feels too much like I’m watching this for entertainment, and what the hell is wrong with me if I’m doing that? Am I just being pacified by panem et circunses? It really made me uncomfortable, for reasons I still don’t fully understand. The explanation is a little closer by reading this post today, written by a journalist who had been reporting out of Ferguson and is choosing to pull out.
Let’s Start at the Very Beginning…
I would like to share a recent post from a brand new blog, Every Day That The Sun Rises. Written by a friend dear to my heart, it will chronicle his life, lessons, and adventures living and working in Costa Rica. The author, Stephen, is one of the best people I know – funny, smart, kind, and his insights will be equal parts poignant and humorous at the same time. Enjoy!
…a very good place to start.
I have been in Costa Rica now for almost three weeks, and this is the first chance I have had to finally write about it. Before leaving the U.S. for this new adventure, a lot of people asked me a lot of questions. Often the same questions came up over and over. For this first post, I thought it would help to re-visit those questions in order to provide some context for the rest of the blog. So welcome to the first (only?) installment of “All the Questions. All the Answers.”
“Wait…you’re moving to Costa Rica? Why??”
Yep, I most certainly am/did! After years of hoping/planning for an eventual move abroad, I finally found the right opportunity at the right time. I have worked the last six years in university admissions, a career path that I more or less “fell” into initially but one…
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What a Well-Developed Character Means (To Me)
As I commented to this blogger, I think a well-developed character is the MOST important part of a really good story. When I think about books that fully engage me, that leave me wanting more, the unifying characteristic is that they have good characters. As I writer, I would/do want to emulate and create this, and I wanted to share this blogger’s thoughts on what makes a well-developed character.
What do you think makes a book or story engaging? Think about the last one you were sad to put down – what made it hard to finish?
Update:
More thoughts on character development
You’ve all heard me say “I didn’t think the characters were well-developed” in a book review before, and I’ve gotten a request to tell you just what that means. It entails the character having qualities that
Of course I would love to tell you, and if you ever find yourself disagreeing with me over a character’s development, you can see if what you require for well-development is the same as what I require.
My Well-Development Checklist
– The character has a well-developed background. This might include family members (deceased or living doesn’t matter), friends, special interests, or special talents.
– The character has a set appearance. I can envision them in my head.
– The character has a distinct personality. They have certain likes/dislikes, special interests, and personal taste in many categories.
– The character makes me feel emotions. Whether I’m annoyed at them or sad for them, they…
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How do you self-identify?
Where do you line up?
Radio XXXIV, side B, track 3: “Headed For A Heartbreak” by Winger
I saw this on my reader tonight and was instantly whisked back to… 2005. I went out with this guy (veeery much older) who, I later joked, didn’t know that Winger broke up. Like, he pulled a chair out for me once, and the oil from his curly mane of hair was still on so thick that I could see it on the plastic when I sat down.
Not my finest hour.
Oh,
Winger
, it’s only natural that when you’re listening to a song or singing along to a song that you, consciously or unconsciously, take on the persona of whoever’s singing it or the character who’s singing it. And I’m sure it says something about me that when I wasn’t paying enough attention to the lyrics, which was often, and was the case with this song, that I was always assuming that the heartbreak or broken hearts or whatever mentioned in the title or the chorus was directed at me. Unless I was paying attention to the lyrics, it never occurred to me that the singer could be the one who was doing the breaking of hearts.
Like when I just listened to this song for the first time in years, and I was actually paying attention to the lyrics, I was suddenly like “Oh, wait, so you’re kind of…
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The Forest is my Imagination
Sometimes, at the beginning of a week, I find that my attention and thoughts are focused in a beautiful place, like a forest of trees. Living in that forest is normal, and possibilities are paths through them.
In this forest, you don’t have to walk the paths, and if you choose to, you don’t do it for any purpose. You do it because you want to walk the path. The passage and exploration are more important than the journey’s end.
And, oh, how I hate pulling myself out of this forest.
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I read a line from a fellow blogger’s post today, something written in response to the Daily Prompt. It was a short poem, but the last line of it really captured me:
“A day like no other begins like all others.”
This makes me think of all the special days in my life, how they all began the same way. Then, the day that is so rapidly approaching, the day for which I am so excited, my wedding day, will begin like all the others.
I am so excited for the wedding that I don’t feel like I can stand it. I was never one of those girls who dreamt about their weddings and had it all planned out, and in fact, we chose to have a destination wedding to make it easier to plan. Now I’m noticing that, as the time draws nearer, decisions I have been thinking about for months are being made. For example, all the RSVPs were due yesterday, and now we’ll have a better idea of who is coming to our destination wedding. Now, we can get to work getting them discounted rooms.
Which is all very good.
So I think about my wedding day and the days surrounding it, which will begin like all others, and I will be with my best friends and family in Disney World, a place where I’ve had so much fun playing with Cohiba, and finally marrying my Cohiba. Everyone of those days, as unique and pregnant with possibility as they are, will begin just like any other.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 