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Month: May, 2015

The Meaning of Names

We get a lot more information from names than we probably should. There are certain names that we associate with certain occupations or lifestyles. For example, whenever a character in a show or movie has my first name, they are either trailer trash or a stripper. Add my middle name to the mix and my name just screams trailer trash (thanks mom and dad :P). Names like Bob and Dave are often associated with blue collar jobs, but Robert and David are more white collar (either that, or they’re Mormon missionaries). Stacy and Brittany have long been associated with woman who are dumb and blond, or who are promiscuous. But names like Laura and Theresa are generally connected with being more respectable and possibly religious. Names mean a lot to us, even if we don’t realise it.
Since I’ve been thinking a lot about the power of names, I thought I’d try something in the comment section:
Tell me the story of a person named Alex. Who are they? What do they look like? What do they do?
Tell me the story of someone named Kris. Who are they? What do they look like? What do they do?

What Would You Like Me to Write About?

Since I’ve been doing this blog for a year now, I thought I’d try something a little different. Are there any questions that you’d like to ask me that you’d like me to respond to in a post? Is there something you’d like to know about me? Or some topic you’d like me to discuss? Are you interested in my opinion on anything? Let me know in the comment section.

My One Year Anniversary!

Was actually two days ago, but I guess I’ll announce it now :P. I’ve been writing this blog for a year now and it’s going great. Thank you for all of the support.

I Love the Smell of Books in the Morning

Today was a great day. There is a huge used book sale that takes place annually in my city. They have over a million used books between $3 and $5 a piece. The sale began today, so my fiance and I dragged a large suitcase to it and loaded up on books. We ended up purchasing 44 books. Used book sales are great because they are significantly cheaper than going to a book store, and you can generally find books that you can’t find anywhere else. I managed to get a bunch of books by Isaac Asimov, including most of the Foundation series, a few Dune books, two Terry Pratchett books, which was unfortunately all they had, and a selection of other sci fi and fantasy novels. I also got a selection of Christian books since I have strange hobbies. We’re thinking about going back tomorrow evening to see if they have the remaining books on even cheaper. If so, we’ll probably fill another suitcase.

The End is Nigh…

I’ve been watching a lot of Doomsday Preppers and now I want to write an Apocalypse story. What seems more likely/worrisome: aliens, robots, or a plague?

How to Write Descriptions

One of the things I find most difficult about writing is trying to figure out how much detail to add. Different stories require different levels of detail, and it can be difficult to determine whether a story requires more or less details. It’s also difficult to determine where the detain should be and what it should describe. Are the pants important enough to the story to describe what they look like? What about the scenery at this moment? Does this read like a science fiction story or a literary piece? Should I focus less on dialogue and more on description? Do I have the right balance? All of these questions plague me when I write.

Writing Exercises

I’ve been working on a few writing exercises lately to try and get myself back into the flow of writing. The two I’ve been focusing are fairly similar: In the first one, take the letters of the alphabet and mix them up, then write a story using each letter in the order you have them without adding anything to it. In the second one, write a 25 word poem or a 50 word prose using only words that begin with the same letter.

What writing exercises do you use to get yourself writing?

What’s In a Painting?


I thought I’d do something a bit different today and talk about a painting I like. I chose the one above by Rob Gonsalves. I like this paining because it demonstrates the imagination that people are capable of. I can imagine a group of children who were sent to bed by their parents or caregivers. Two of the children start jumping on the bed as soon as the children are alone. One of the children then creates a game and a world without much thought. She has determined that she is now flying through the sky and there are fields below her and hills around her. It’s the kind of thing that most children do, but that society tries to eliminate as quickly as possible.

The Trip

“It’s time to wake up,” Don said as he turned the light on. “We’re leaving in 15 minutes.”

Bree groaned as she opened her eyes. She turned her head towards the closed curtains to see that there was no light shining through them. She pulled herself out of bed and went to the window to look outside. “It’s still dark out,” she complained.

“Hurry up,” Don shouted from the kitchen impatiently. “I want to get to Han’s before noon.”

Bree sighed and hurried into the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, then she threw her tooth brush and face wash into her toiletry bag. She put her toiletries into her suitcase and walked into the kitchen in her pajamas. “I’m ready,” she announced.

Don looked Bree up and down. “You’re not dressed yet,” he said.

“I’ll get changed at Han’s,” Bree replied. “It’s not even morning yet.”

Don gave Bree a skeptical look, but said nothing. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked instead.

“It’s too early for breakfast,” Bree complained. “Where’s mom?”

“Downstairs,” Don replied. “She’s packing our water bottles for lunch. Go put our bags in the car.”

Bree sighed, but did as she was told. She had just finished packing the bags when her parents came outside.

“Ready to go?” Don asked.

“Yup,” Bree relied. She climbed into the backseat and immediately wrapped herself in the waiting blanket. “See you later,” she said as she lay her head on her pillow and closed her eyes.

“Brat,” Don said as he started the car.

How Would You Create the Universe?

Or rather, how would you write about the Universe’s creation? What would that story look like? And why? Coming up with ways to destroy the Universe, or at least the world, is easy. But creating it seems a lot more difficult. However, it also seems more interesting to me.

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