It Isn't Just Black and White...

Greens burst forth as the first signs of spring. Purples and reds and pinks and blues make themselves known in flowers, sunrises and sunsets. The air is warm and fresh and full of more heat than you've felt for months.

Summer comes in a thick, golden, and hazy blanket. The greens of spring are deeper and water seems like a more beautiful thing. Browns are in the dry, dying grass and the newly tan skins of people everywhere. 

Fall descends upon us in a relieving spray of new rain and cooler weather. Yellows, oranges, and reds glitter in the treetops and on the fallen leaves covering the refreshed grounds. The weather coolly at winter... 

And then it's winter again. Blues, whites, and thin air slice into our skin, making us shiver and stare in wonder at the new snows that might grace us with their presence. 

It isn't black and white, or even the gray in between the two. It's the colors of the seasons...

Rosy pink cheeks hint at excitement, embarrassment, or exercise. 

Tan skin means hard work or time spent relaxing outside. 

Pale white flesh is from fear, sadness, lack of sleep, or sickness. 

It isn't the colors of changing seasons, it's clues about how someone feels, or what they do....

 

A bright red jacket, crazy purple hair, the brightest blue eyes, and jeans of the deepest black.

It shows personalities.

What is it? 

It, simply, is the creation of scenes and characters. 

It's the oranges and grays of twilight, when all things dark and creepy seem to seep from the shadows surrounding the edges of light.

Or maybe it's the shimmering gold kissing the trees and your cheeks, the warm wind on your face and in your hair, and the sound of water tumbling over the edge of a waterfall....

It's everything; it's nothing. It's beauty and hate and sorrow and love and happiness and anxiety. 

It's every feeling, every person, every idea you could ever come up with.

It's what I do.

It's....me. 

September 11, 2001

It seems like this date means more to the United States than December 7, 1941 does. Maybe because 1941 was almost exactly seventy years ago. Maybe because America was more directly affected because of September 11.

In the attack of Pearl Harbor, nearly 2,500 people were killed, and about 1,300 were wounded.

On September 11, almost 3,000 people died, and over six thousand were wounded. 

Maybe the wounds are still fresh, for those of us who remember it, or lost loved ones. 

America came together that year, and every year on the same day, we come together again. Flag go up, the specials come on TV, and tears usually begin to flow.

As for me, I was only five years old, and remember nothing but watching these big buildings tumble to the ground on the news. It would be years later before I understood. 

This horrific incident will remain in America's hearts and minds forever, or at least until something worse happens. And even then, we will compare it, and will have learned from the September 11 attack, and be able to prevent any lasting damage. 

Remember, learn, and come together, America.

We will never forget those who died, and those who died to save others.

Hiatus Much?

Oh, hello there. Long time no blog, right?


What has been keeping me so busy, you might ask?


Nothing at all. This would be the point where I ramble on and on about writer's block, but that would actually be a lie.


In August, I participated in Camp NaNoWriMo. (Just search on Google for NaNoWriMo so I don't have to explain.) So that basically means that I've written myself out. So many words....


Anyway, in July I did....not much. August was Camp NaNo, and then since then, school  has started and I've only had three nights off from homework. 


What's the point of this blog?


Well, to say hello again, I guess.


And don't worry, I have some ideas for some stuff that might keep you interested in reading.


Happy Labor Day!

On the Brightside

(Yes, the title is a catchy song by a catchy male artist, but no, it has nothing to do with this post.)

Just because a lot of people don't know, I'm going to spew this nice bit of information.

I'm so sick of crappy, romantic, fluffy, warm-fuzzy-feeling books. And songs. And poems.

Some people think that I like to write love stories.

Ew. Just....gross.

As someone pretty awesome said to me, she never wrote that stuff because she wasn't that way herself. (I AM in a relationship, but that doesn't mean that I like writing romantic crap.) She wrote mystery stories and such, because that's what she was good at writing.

And me? I'm good at writing action-y, creepy things.

Sure, there's always a brightside to every story. But to me, in my stories, it will most likely be the dark side you see.

(On a completely side note, I hope you people DO know that romance novels are just about sex. And yes, I said sex. Calm down.)

Recently, while spending time with my beloved best friend, I came up with the idea of a fake love story. Yes, fake.

I decided to write a creepy, horror-filled vampire story of an innocent-looking girl that seduces a boy to eat him. And the ending? A lovely, bloody, graphic description of her ripping his throat out.

I know, I know. It's like I'm the spawn of Satan or whatever.

I'm not saying that I'm a sick, twisted individual. I'm merely pointing out that fact that I write it because I enjoy it, and I'm good at it.

Haha, this has turned into crazy ranting again.

As I like to say so often, it IS my blog. I like people reading it and getting feedback from said readers, but it's my place to rant and rave and write as much as I want. (And even hide some alliteration in there.)

So yeah.

I get to go to the mall tomorrow. With money this time. With a good friend of mine. And one of my favorite stores there is having a huge sale.

I'm quite excited :D

Music and Lyrics

I actually just realized that the title of this blog is also the title of an absolutely awful movie. (To me, anyway. You might love the movie....Everyone IS different, you know.)

But besides the two titles being the same, I just wanted to point out how much I love music.

I just do. It's one of my top three favorite things to do, right under reading and writing.

Music often inspires me to write scenes in my head or lyrics of my own (for poetry, though.... I'm not a huge fan of writing songs).

Also, I realized how amazing my God really is. Today we had yet another outreach with my church to Augusta, and because of the 38 people that went out, 191 people accepted Christ as their savior. And, of course, numerous other people were ministered to and healed. From all....four?....outreaches this week, 704 people overall have accepted Christ, and tomorrow is our last and potentially most amazing outreach to come.

Anywho. Other than the amazing things God has done in THOSE areas, I realized how well He plans everything out.

Just look at me.

I mean, I was born with the talents I have. According to my mom, I always made up stories and arguments for pretty much everything someone said to me. (Part creativity, part stubborness.)

I just marvel at my own thoughts sometimes. How I put things together and create the most random things....

Anyways, I'm tired, and I'm probably spelling really horribly.

So it's time to greet my nice bed.

I can't wait for outreach :D

Bookworms and Harry Potter

Oh my goodness have I been busy.

I don't even know when the last post I made was. Of course, I could look and see the date, but it isn't like I'll remember exactly when that was.

Anywho....

So much has been going on.... Parties, Camp Overflow, summer starting, and reading.

Ohhh, let's get way off topic for a minute.
Or two.

I'm back to reading like I used to.

Multiple books at a time, even more books aching to be read or re-read...

I have somewhere close to twenty right now.

And before you stop reading because I'm a nerdy bookworm, let me just rant for a second.

First of all, reading is like breathing to me. I read all the time, and if I have nothing to read, I feel like I'm suffocating. I want to read all day, every single day, and not just one book. I read a few books at a time so I won't get bored. It exercises my brain, it helps me be multiple people at once, it gives me many different ideas for my own stories.

I love reading. Plain and simple. As a matter of fact, reading is my FAVORITE thing. I love it ten times more than I love writing.

Anyways.

Secondly, I really don't understand when people say "Woah. You read a LOT," and other such things.

I've been reading a ton since....forever. I don't remember reading, or learning to read, just that I used to love books by Dr. Suess, and Winnie the Pooh books, and other small kid books like that.

You're surprised at how much I read? I'm surprised at your surprise. It's just that normal for me. (And my family.)

And yes, yesterday I started a 234 page book in the morning, and finished by bedtime. Today, I started a 239 page book, and I'll have it finished by bedtime as well.

Oh, and have I mentioned that I'm also re-reading the fourth Harry Potter book?

Yeah.
I love to read.

Also, since I haven't blogged in a while, I might as well rant again.

Yes, I've read the Harry Potter series. I love them. I'm reading them for the third time before the final movie comes out July 15th.

I'm also a devoted-to-Christ Christian. I love my church, my church family, and my God. (A lot.)

And yes, the author of the Harry Potter series is Atheist or something like that.

But she doesn't incorporate that into her writing like other authors with her beliefs have. (Like Philip Pullman, author of the His Dark Materials trilogy. I've read those, too, but they were too....Yeah.)

That's why I love Harry Potter. Sure, there is a lot to do with witchcraft and wizardy, but I don't care.

At all.

And if religion has made you think that you're going to go to hell because you read those books or like them, or that reading them means you're a worshipper of satan himself, please, come talk to me so I can enlighten you and/or slap you.

I'm not going to hell because I have read and LOVED the Harry Potter series. I mean...seriously? Can't I enjoy a good book (or seven) without worrying about going to hell?

I read what I want because I am so rooted in who I am in Christ.

Now, if you just don't like the series because the author is Atheist or whatever her religion is, or you just don't like all the dark events of the book, that's fine.

Anywho....

There's my rant on everyday annoyances and occurances.

It IS my blog.

It's Not Just a State of Mind...

It's the blossoming feeling in your chest.

It's the waning blues of winter, the bright, mottled greens of summer.

It's the cool of the night, the milky white of the moonlight on green grasses and dark trees.

It's the cold December wind on your face, the tickle of the summer breeze toying with your hair and caressing your cheeks.

It's the glint of sunset on store fronts. The gold, shining morning sunrise on quiet houses in small neighborhoods.

It's the stench of a city, the scent of fast food irritating and enticing one's nostrils.

It's the intimidating gray of storm clouds, and the bright, fluffy clouds of a sunny day.

It's the feeling of cool rain on your bare skin. The feeling of excitement one gets from breaking rules. From dancing in the rain......

It's seeing the perfect scene in your head. Putting words with faces and characters.

It's mixing and matching colors and sounds, names and faces, scents and textures...

It's the perfect match of connotation and denotation.

It's the need in your tingling fingertips to get an idea across.

It's tangled, carefully pieced together words.

It's that irresistible, burning desire to get it all OUT.

It's who you are.

I'm not a poet. I don't have any published poetry. I'm not an author. I make no money writing any kind of stories.

Nor do I write biographies, or memoirs, or books about history....

I, am a writer.

I, am creative.

I am....

Simply me.

And I, have been inspired, by the summer's loving breeze.