Let’s Be Fictional- 7 Side Effects of Reading too Much!

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The Tea-Infused Typewriter

Come February 14^th love is in the air as everyone celebrates Valentine’s Day with that special someone. Yet who ever said that only human relationships deserve a day of their own is sorely mistaken. There is a bond that is just as special. It’s the only love triangle with mutual feelings and a happy ending. That of readers, authors and books. Unlike other relationships, this one stands the test of time, forever immortalized in ink. Just like Aladdin takes Jasmine on a magic carpet ride to a whole new world, authors take their readers into their imagined world through their books. Ask any bibliophile and they would tell you that it is a gift like no other…with some surprises along the way.

The habit of avid reading comes with its own set of side effects. Here are some that ‘bookaholics’ often experience:

Obsession with Fictional Characters  

Authors write…

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New Review on DID and Dissociative Disorders

New Review on DID and Dissociative Disorders.

What to Read #5

this sounds like something I’d love reading

Medusa's Library

Today my recommendation is going to take a slightly darker turn.  Well, not that Pride of Baghdad wasn’t a little bit dark, but this is darker even than that.  My recommendation this week is I Am Not a Serial Killer by Dan Wells.  Despite the books he writes, Dan is a very nice guy and close personal person-I-met-at-a-convention-one-time.  Also, I got him carrot cake when he came to do a signing at my bookstore, so I think we’re pretty close.  And I’ve promised to make him a bacon pecan pie if he ever makes it back down this way.  (I buy love with baked goods, what can I say.  Would you like a pie?  Lemon squares?  I can make you cookies!  Please love me.)
But enough about me, let’s talk about John Wayne Cleaver.  He’s just your average, young, high school student who happens to fit the psychological profile…

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5 Activities that Make You a Better Writer

Of all the articles I’ve read about becoming a better writer this one actually helps.

Jon Negroni

Instead of telling you how to improve your writing, let’s talk about what you can be doing right now to get better…

Being a writer is tricky, especially if you’re actively seeking out ways to improve your skill. I know that every time I go online to find advice on writing, hundreds of experts are going to tell me hundreds of different things.

I don’t feel like doing that today. Instead of telling you how to improve your writing, I want to give some tangible advice on what you can be doing right now to get better at writing.

See, I learn better through experience, and a lot of you may be the same way. Here are the activities that I find myself doing all of the time (and things I’ve been doing for a long time) that have been a tremendous influence on my growth as a writer.

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The Art of the Open Letter

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The Daily Post

The open letter. You’ve seen ’em before, I’m sure. If not, they can look something like this:

Dear Monday,

I must admit I’m never happy to see you. I dread you in the morning, and on the drive to work, and from what I see on my Facebook feed, no one else likes you, either.

Why you gotta be so gloomy?

Sincerely,
Cheri

Sure, it’s a silly example. But it’s a different, more creative approach than simply typing:

I have a bad case of the Mondays.

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Close your heart

The first ten words that came to mind were: Pick a battle close to your heart and fight it. Totally off the top of my head. I swear.

So by the haphazard musings of my mind I’ve come to write about how sometimes it is a form of solace when you no longer care about things, as morbid and depressing as that may sound. Because the truth can be sad and hard hitting. In this case it is an amalgamation of both.

In my senior year of high school, I had to take a few months off and missed a few mock papers in preparation for finals. I’m still not entirely sure what happened to me but what I do know is this. I was suffering from depression possibly brought on by the excessive pressure I was facing in school. I always get good grades and yet I never believe I will do well while everyone around me says I would definitely ace it. I just want to scream at people that I don’t always have it all figured out and that maybe their expectations are in fact way too high.

So essentially the few months I took off from school were filled with highs and lows. Initially it went from bad to worse before it got better. To be honest, I just took my mind off everything waiting for me back at school and focused on the good things in life. Because I came to realise that it is never as bad as it may seem. I just needed  to alter my perfectionist mind set. Normally I’m not one to appreciate the great outdoors since my primary occupation is that of a couch potato (I’m actually due for a promotion any day now 😉 but during my ‘break’ I used to just sit in the balcony, soak up the sun and just breathe in the fresh air, go for walks and sort of re orient how I saw myself. I realized I was so much more than a straight A student even though everyone else may see me as just that. I had to stop defining myself on other people’s terms and instead on my own.

So sometimes closing off can be a good thing, life changing in fact. Don’t always take things too seriously. Close your heart sometimes until you are truly ready to open it again. To open it to the right things.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: I Remember

I love this idea

The Petite Green Monster Who Feels oh-so-Blue

There are many people in the world who I see through eyes of green, envy overpowering my sight because they have something I do not.

There is a little boy who is being taught how to throw a baseball. There are kids being taught how to skip stones because only one person can truly teach them how. How lucky they are to learn things that cannot be taught in any other way by any other person.

There are so many little girls being called princess while being bounced on a knee, or sitting in a lap. How sweet that they are for receiving the love they deserve from someone whose life it is to give it to them.

Then there is a girl complaining in the school corridor about her strict curfew and a speech about boys not being good enough for her. How blind she is to the safety being provided to her by someone who will build innumerable walls to safeguard the apple of their eye.

There is a young woman who found the love of her life and on her wedding day she was walked down the aisle by the man who had stood by her for her entire life. How grateful she ought to be that he has been there time and time again and will forever continue to be.

So I am envious of your fortune, deaf to your complaints, angered by your ingratitude, bitter for my twisted fate and most of all, sad for my loss because only I can grieve for it. I have lost the invaluable. I have a hole in my heart. I think I am broken but the parts have been taken far away from me.

Because while all of you have fathers…

I do not.

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(My father died when I was 10 years old and I remember saying to my mother, “But all my friends have dads and I don’t anymore.” Sometimes it still feels that way but it doesn’t have to.

In honour of my father S.P.D, I love you so much that it really hurts.)

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WITHIN THE WITHOUT

Beyond the cyber world is another world. It’s dangerous, beautiful, exciting and scary. The only difference between the two is that the latter is REAL.

Without a computer life seems bleak but in fact it can be the exact opposite. From a netizen to a real life citizen, the view from your window showing you that world is in your reach. The computer has been the dividing wall.

On my flight I saw the sun rise and decided to capture the moment. That’s where the photos come from.

 So take a glance around you because once you do, you will find yourself thinking…

WITHOUT looks pretty damn good.

The Dedicated Order

Afore written letters of love

Bestow upon my heart, instill

Circadian rhythm of joy until

Doomed it comes full circle again

Existential remnants of threaded thought

Forge their way into my restless mind

Granting me the allowance to leave behind

His pestilent lingering hold on me

Infinite pockets my soul can fill

Juxtaposed amongst pennies of pain

Knell like sound as they chorus

Like coins of small, petty change

Mercy illuminates the kindred spirits

Nullifying the egregious slashes

Often worn by unsuspecting masses

Perhaps we’ll learn to love again

Quintessential cure to the common heart ache

Romance is consumption and consumption in turn

Signifies the nearing of an end, the time to learn

To learn the right way to love, to love the right

Upscale your feelings to love what is beneficiary

Vocabulary of love is embedded in literature

Written by those who cannot express

Xeroxed from their experience

Your love is beautiful though others cannot see

Zig-zagging to others in perfect disharmony