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Kid's Book Idea [Nov. 22nd, 2011|02:56 am]
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I guess I've taken a long enough break from this blog.

So ... I took a children's lit class last semester before I graduated, and read the following book:

Singer, Marilyn. 2010. Mirror Mirror: A Book of Reversible Verse. New York: Dutton Children's Books. ISBN: 0525479015. Illustrated by Josée Masse.

Reading it inspired me to write this poem:

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I'm thinking of writing a whole kid's book full of reverso poems. What do you think?
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Standardized Citation Style (SCS) [Nov. 15th, 2010|04:16 am]
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Standardized Citation Style (SCS)

To make citing easier, let’s just have a standardized citation style. The order of information listed will be the same for every type of thing cited, so it’s easy to remember. If any information is unavailable, simply don’t include it.

Currently, the various citation styles justify their confusing rules with the idea that people can tell what it being cited by the citation format. As more types of materials are created that need to be cited, the attempt to make each type of material look unique becomes more complicated. Wouldn’t it just be easier for everyone using citations if the first thing in any citation listed was the type of material being cited? With that in mind, SCS lists type first.

1. Type

Name the type of material you are citing, followed by a period.

Ex: DVD.

If it was accessed online and you wish to emphasize this point, simply add Online before the type, except for types that only appear online (Website, Blog). If the type is two or more words long, the first word will be capitalized and all others will be lower case.

Ex: Online article.

All types will be capitalized except e-Journals or other electronic materials where the e is normally left lower case, in which case it will be hyphenated and the second letter will be capitalized.

Ex: e-Book.

If you wish to add descriptive information to the type, give the type followed by a colon and the added material, then close with a period. If the type you are citing has a name separate from the title already given for the material (Ex: Journal has the name American Journal of Psychology), put the name in the description area. Capitalize titles in the descriptive area the same way the publisher does.

Ex: DVD: movie.

Ex: Newspaper: New York Times.

Ex: Journal: American Journal of Psychology.

If you have page numbers, volume numbers, or other identifying information, place it here by abbreviating it with the first letter in lower case and a period (Ex: p. for page or pages, v. for volume or volumes, i. for issue or issues, n. for number or numbers). Always use Arabic numerals (never Roman numerals). Nest information from largest to smallest (volume, issue, number, page). For presentations, you may wish to reference a particular slide (Ex: s.); movies may have a particular reel (Ex: r.) or film frame (Ex: f.). Websites may have a particular file; here, specify by file type (Ex: doc, docx, rtf, pdf). Use a period after this descriptive information has been listed with commas separating multiple listings.

Ex: DVD: movie, f. 2-10.

Ex: DVD: documentary, r. 1.

Ex: Journal: American Journal of Psychology, v. 1, i. 3, n. 6, p. 16-35.

Ex: Website: LiveJournal, pdf.

Some type categories are: Book, e-Book, Edited book, Journal article, e-Journal article, Online article, Blog, Website, Webzine, Pamphlet,  Presentation, Lecture, DVD, CD, VHS, Cassette, Microfilm, Microfiche, Press release, Online press release, Newspaper article, and Online newspaper article. This list is not comprehensive.

If you are using a type not mentioned here (either because it‘s new or I missed mentioning it), use your best judgment in how to describe it until it can be added to this list.

Note: Article is an all-inclusive term for journal articles, magazine articles, newspaper articles, blogs, webzines, and any other prose written on a specific topic independent of the publication in which it appears.

2. Name of author (if given)
One Author: FirstName Lastname,
Ex: John Smith,

Two Authors: FirstName Lastname and FirstName Lastname,
Ex: John Smith and Jane Smith,

Three or more Authors: FirstName Lastname, et al.,
Ex: John Smith, et al.,

Author wishes to remain anonymous: Anon.,

Note: Author is an all-inclusive term for authors of books, articles, blogs, scripts, lectures, presentations, or any other cited item that was created by someone. Middle names or initials can be included if known. Suffixes like Jr. or III, and prefixes like Dr. or Prof. can be included if the author is known by those additional descriptive terms and/or used them on the cited material.


3. Publication date (if one exists, and as complete as possible)
This is the date the material being cited was published, not the date of your work that is doing the citing.

Date: Day (Numerical) Month (Spelled Out) Year (Numerical 4 digits),

Examples: 1 November 2005, (day 1 digit long)
31 July 2010, (day 2 digits long)
October 1999, (no day provided)
2007, (no day or month provided)


4. Title of material
First words of titles will always be capitalized. All other words will be capitalized in the title except two-letter prepositions and articles a, an, and the in English. Numbers will be written as the author wrote them.

Book Ex: “The Catcher in the Rye,”
Article Ex: “Fuel Efficiency: Get More Bang For Your Buck,”
DVD Ex: “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,”
CD Ex: “7th Day Songs,”
Presentation Ex: “One More Time For Luck,”


5. Publisher / Producer / Other
If a third party was involved in the production and/or distribution of the material and should be credited, do so here in italics, followed by a period.

Ex: Harvard University Press.
New York Times.
MGM Entertainment.


6. Location
If a specific location to the creation of the material is relevant (such as the city and state of where a publisher or production company is located), place a colon after the publisher / producer / other’s name instead of a period, and place the location information as specific as necessary to identify the location.

If there is no publisher / producer / other, and the location information is still relevant, enter location here in the citation order. After your location information, put a period.

Providing both U.S. or another country’s city and state (or city and province, or city and territory, etc.) is preferred, even when it is obvious what the state is (Ex: New York City, NY). Use postal code two-letter state abbreviations. As it is uniquely both a city and a district, write out Washington D.C. Spell out the territories of the United States, put a comma, then add USA for clarification, as follows:

American Samoa, USA.
Baker Island, USA.
Guam, USA.
Howland Island, USA.
Jarvis Island, USA.
Johnston Atoll, USA.
Kingman Reef, USA.
Midway Islands, USA.
Navassa Island, USA.
Northern Mariana Islands, USA.
Palmyra Atoll, USA.
Puerto Rico, USA.
Virgin Islands, USA.
Wake Island, USA.

Ex: Harvard University Press: Cambridge, MA.
Ex: Sun Publications: Virgin Islands, USA.

For locations outside of the United States, use established abbreviations only. Spell out names of places when in doubt. Provide as much identifying information as necessary to indicate the location adequately.

Ex: Oxford University Press: Oxford, U.K.
Ex: BBC: London, England.

At this point, whatever citation information you have should be ended with a period.

7. Hyperlinks

If you are citing information you have accessed online and have a hyperlink to that information, place it after the period.

If you have visited that hyperlink within one month of the publication date of your work, there is no need to include an “accessed on” date. If it has been longer than a month from the time of your work’s publication date, include an “accessed on” date. For students turning in assignments, consider your due date for the assignment as the publication date for citation purposes.

Do not use any closing punctuation after the hyperlink (or access date if one is used).

Ex: http://www.google.com/ (accessed on 11 November 2009)

You’re done. These simple steps should be sufficient to cite any material.
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A Novel Idea (Part I & II) [Jun. 3rd, 2009|01:14 am]
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*** Part I ***
Walking through my local library, I feel a moment’s pleasure at the smell of old books and the unusually calm silence that fills the air. Libraries feel the same everywhere, and I always get that thrill I felt the first time I walked through one as a child, knowing that I could borrow any book I choose for free, and lose myself in someone else’s imagination. Ecstasy! Books are the most intimate form of communication I have ever experienced. Walking through the stacks, I feel welcomed and embraced by hundreds of souls who at some point in their lives wanted nothing more than to connect with others through the written word. Here I am never alone.

As I wonder from mysteries to horror, I think, not for the first time, that there is no genre in the library that tells a story about someone like me. The stacks hold westerns, romances, histories, and science fiction – all books with a specific angle to them. However, even in general fiction, the stories told have action, twists and turns, plot developments. I have yet to find a book that just talked about an ordinary individual who had never done anything noteworthy in his or her life. I guess that’s because someone like me wouldn’t be entertaining enough to write about.

I head to my favorite section, science fiction, and look for a new book I haven’t read before. Many of the titles I scan are familiar to me. All I want is to lose myself in another life, another world even. I came here because I couldn’t remember the last time I took pleasure in my own life, and I knew here was one place I could find solace. It had been months since my own story had made me smile.

*** Part II ***

After leaving the library, selected books in hand, I get back in my car to run a few errands. My frig and pantry are almost empty of food, so it is time to buy some groceries. I also had the misfortune to step on a thorn the other day, which pierced my thin, well-worn black dress flats. It left a small hole in the shoe when I pulled it out, so now I need a new pair. First, though, I want to run to the ATM to pull some cash. I realized a long time ago that if I walk into a store with only some cash in hand, I wouldn’t be tempted to spend more than I can really afford.

My bank has two locations near the library. I choose to visit the one that is farther out of my way so that I have an excuse to drive longer. I love driving, and the feeling that I can go anywhere, at any time, which comes with it. The soft noise of the wheels on the pavement and the air rushing past outside the car relax me. Most people blare the radio as they drive, but I usually find the road noise sufficient company for my needs.

My favorite time to drive is when it’s raining. The sound of it drumming on my car, and the look of it pouring down the sky and across my windshield, is a natural show that I never tire of watching. I prefer night driving. When it rains, the lightning can be dazzling. When it is dry, the moon and stars shine with a gentle radiance that makes me feel like I belong here.

However, today is a bright, sunny Texas day. The clear blue sky extends as far as I can see with a few small, incredibly white clouds on the horizon to anchor it to this world. It is both beautiful and surreal, and I feel like I am in a dream. Though I have looked at these remarkable skies my whole life, never do they feel real to me. I would prefer to see more clouds, something to break up that impossible blue expanse.

It’s mid-afternoon, and most people who live in this small town are either at work or waiting for their kids to arrive home from school, so there is very little traffic to pay attention to as I drive. A large black truck suddenly veers onto the road in front of me from one of the side streets, forcing me to brake to keep from hitting it as it slowly accelerates to this street’s speed limit. I wonder for the umpteenth time at the inherent recklessness of people who drive ridiculously large vehicles, and not for the first time wish that all cars were made of the foam used in Nerf balls, so we could just ram these individuals without causing any real harm. Perhaps bumper cars would provide more satisfaction, though.

Watching the truck pull away from me as it now drives too quickly down this road, I try to imagine other types of transportation we might someday have. Science fiction is fond of flying cars and transporters. I prefer to think of waterways, and the gondolas of Venice. I imagine how much fun it might be if scientists invented a substance that could be poured onto our existing roadways that would harden and make them smooth as glass. Every car length, there would be a rough strip that your tires would have to grip and pull your car over to reach the next slick area. In my imagination, this interval spacing would naturally separate cars from each other and prevent accidents from occurring, since only one car would be in each slick area at a time. And the reduced friction would mean less gas consumption. Cars would glide gracefully from one place to another. Of course, I still prefer the idea of Nerf cars.
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Latest Poem [May. 30th, 2009|03:49 pm]
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Okay, so I have another poem (big surprise). LOL. I also wrote some more on my novel idea, so I'll post that after this. :D I debated between calling this one Obsession or You, and went for You (but it's not about anyone in particular). :D

You

Every little turn
Watching I discern
Makes me want to learn
Another little clue.

Every time I try
I just start to cry
I do not know why
I feel the way I do.

Obsession is like this
Full of hopeless twists
Makes me reminisce
Of days without you.

My happily ever after
Has turned to disaster
By your soft laughter
So I sit and stew.

Many men might want
My sweet name to vaunt
So why do I still haunt
Instead of starting anew?

All my thoughts revolve
Around you and dissolve
A puzzle I cannot solve
Makes me feel so blue.

Will I ever be free
Of your hold on me
Why can I not be
More restrained before you sue?

Destiny or fate
Pointless to debate
Since you get irate
Whenever I'm in view.

Rejected like a foe
How it hurts me so
Yet I cannot go
Such a short lot that I drew

Still I cannot leave
I will not deceive
I may always cleave
To make this dream come true.


May 30, 2009
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Another Poem [May. 24th, 2009|12:29 pm]
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Ok, so here's another one I wrote. I usually can't write poems that reflect my current emotional state. I was just feeling annoyed when I wrote this one (rather than sad). *I'm so confused.* LOL. Let me know what you think. :) (Oh, and I still don't see a way here to change the color of my words or to do italics or any special formatting like that, so my posts are kind of plain.)



Disconnect

Ruts carved out on my face
Deep lines from the salty erosion
For all the emotions I don't feel
Humor, hope, love.

No one wants to connect with me
Fearful of feeling what I feel
Unconnected to anything
Dreary, surreal.

Pithy sayings and callous remarks
Are the only fare I receive
An undercurrent of social hate
Keeping me at bay.

This is all I feel these days
Tears for the glittering world
Sorrowful abode where I abide
Alone, curled.


May 24, 2009
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New Poem [May. 24th, 2009|10:56 am]
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[Current Mood |blahblah]

So, I've tried to write some poems this week. Emulating sneaks, I'll say I don't know if they're any good or even worth putting out here. ;) Here's the first one:


Current State

Too much is happening in the world;
Swallowed by the wars
the financial collapse
melting polar ice caps
epidemics surging en masse
All the calls to order drown in these tides.

Lost am I, unable to find
solid footing in this turbulence
A home, a job, some peace of mind
The health to pull up those bootstraps
All denied; run and hide from me.

We all struggle, all alone
Needing help that does not come
For who is left upon higher grounds
That will lend a hand to common men
To lift us up again?

Instead, so many up on that steep hill
Spit down their condemnations
'Why do you play the victim?'
and they wash their hands of us.

Convicted of poverty, mediocrity
Failure, or illness, we deserve to suffer
As we are on the wrong side of the equation
Of those who take advantage
and those who are taken advantage of.



May 19, 2009


I wrote this poem after watching a fairly dreadful and disjointed movie about Bob Dylan. I've never read his stuff, or listened to his music, but this poem is the impression of what I got from the movie about what his work was like. One thing they kept saying was write about your own times. And he had a unique voice. I actually think there's more hope in the world these days than not, but I was going for a "statement" kind of feel to the poem. I dunno; maybe it's crap. :P *what do you think?*
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Weird Dream [May. 16th, 2009|03:53 am]
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[Current Mood |refreshedrefreshed]

I just had the weirdest dream tonight / this morning. I know I said I would post more of my story, but I haven't written it yet, and this was bizarre and I have to write it down.

I was dreaming about this older guy in his late 50s or early 60s, semi-retired, who spent most of his time running about the neighborhood he lived in, chatting with the women, playing with the kids, just having fun in his older years. He wasn't exactly handsome, kind of a wiry frame with shock white hair that he was too proud of to dye, and a too exuberant demeanor for my tastes, but everyone in his neighborhood just thought the world of him.

One of the women there in the neighborhood thought of the two of them as dating. She was about his age, and they spent time together almost every day, and on occasion they did go eat or see a movie or whatever together. She kind of reminded me of Bea Arthur, tall with grey hair, if she had ever played a character that was sweet all the time and never had a harsh word for anyone. The Bea in my dream was a romantic, and wanted to write this gooey, sappy letter to the guy to let him know how she felt. So she got this other woman to write it down for her, since her own hands had a tendency to shake.

This younger girl might have been a relative of the older woman, staying with her for a while because they looked alike in some ways. She kind of reminded me of Felicity, with thick curly blondish-brown hair and a tendency to speak too fast. She even had a similar smooth, open face that you could see every thought on.

They were both hanging out at this third woman's house to baby-sit her five kids from her first marriage, a woman in her late 30s or early 40s who had just gotten married to a Pierce Brosnan-looking type guy that Friday. She had long straight black hair and dark eyes and kind of looked like Emily from Criminal Minds, though it wasn't her. She was a registered nurse (RN), and was no-nonsense most of the time with a rarely used smile so beautiful that it could make anyone feel as if they were suddenly blessed that they saw it.

The kids had been sent home so the two newlyweds could go on a little "honeymoon" at a nearby fancy hotel for the weekend before going back to work on Monday. Her oldest kid was about 15, and really was helping the babysitters watch his siblings. He was a happy young man, about 5'6" and yet to go through his last growth spurt, sturdy but not overweight, with light brown hair, always smiling, and he clearly took after his late father. His younger sister was about 10, so he had been an only child for the first few years of life, and he clearly loved having siblings. He doted on them and enjoyed playing with them and hanging out with them as much as he did any friends he had.

I only saw the oldest girl and other kids for a few minutes in my dream while all the kids were at the neighborhood's local playground, so I don't really remember much about her or them. She clearly took after her mom with the same hair and wearing the same serious, no-nonsense expression most of the time. There was also a set of fraternal twins, a boy and girl, who were about 5-6 years old. They both had hair like their older brother, and both were exuberant, energetic, non-stop children. The youngest was a toddler, 2-3. I think this chubby child was a little boy, with a small shock of thin black hair on his head, which seemed unwilling to cover his whole head yet. Like most of his siblings, he was a happy, eager child.

In the background of my dream, I kept seeing this older guy running about doing stuff in the neighborhood, having a grand ole time everywhere he went. I saw the older woman telling the younger one to use this pale, light pink stationary she had to write it on, and gave her a red pen to write her romantic note in. In my dream, I got to hear her dictate the whole letter, and when the girl finally got to read it back to her, she was crying because she had added all this other stuff to the letter about how she and the black-haired woman also felt about the older guy, just gushing about how great he was, and she was sorry she had messed up her friend's (or family) letter. It was this really long letter, and I really loved the way it was written. The older woman was very eloquent with her words, and her parts were like poetry. The younger woman wrote like a young person who had never written a love letter; her words were all random and rambling. The melding of these two styles in the one letter was really captivating to me (the dreamer / observer).

The older woman decided they should read it as-is to the older man, and watching I had to agree he should hear it all. They rounded up the kids and headed back to the house to eat lunch that Sunday afternoon, and as they approached the front of the house they could see along the left side of it the mom and her new husband getting out of a car and heading into the back of the house. He was being carried by a few guys and had some trouble walking. She was bent towards him with concern and annoyance, but upon hearing her kids she stood straight up for a moment and waved at them briefly. For some reason, she was still wearing her wedding dress, even though they had gotten married Friday evening. She was stunning in that white wedding dress, with her dark features. She must have had other clothes to wear home, but she had chosen to put the dress back on for some reason. She wasn't smiling, though her expression lightened upon seeing her kids, and for a moment she looked like the perfect picture of a bride.

Wondering what had happened, being the dreamer in a flash I knew the story behind why they'd come home early. Apparently the husband wasn't as "spirited" as he could be, and he'd taken some medicine to help him consummate their marriage the night before. All went well, but the next day he still hadn't relaxed, and they'd taken him to the hospital where his wife worked to treat him. His wife gave him a shot directly there to make it go down, and he'd come all over her on her last clean outfit that she'd brought with her (which is why she put her dress back on). She told him matter-of-factly that she'd had to do this procedure many times, and no one had ever done that to her before (in a tone as if to say – what is wrong with you??). This was the source of her annoyance. (Personally, I was thinking: Really? This happens a lot?)

Her brother-in-law, her first husband's little brother, was in his early 20s and very close to the family, in some ways like another kid to her, and he'd come out to help bring her husband home. He reminded me of a young Chandler from Friends, and when I reached this mental playback moment of what had happened, I heard him quip "Ah yes, the industrial strength Comet comment". He clearly found the whole thing entertaining, and upon hearing that, I just laughed to myself and woke up abruptly.

I know there was more to this dream that I'm not remembering now, something about another neighbor in the neighborhood, but her story wasn't directly related to the bride's tale, so I've already forgotten that part. This is what I still remember at this point. The odd thing is, this whole dream seemed completely focused on the older guy, but I can't remember much at all about him. What I remember about is the bride's story. The older guy just didn't interest me that much, though I know some crazy stuff happened in his tale that I've totally forgotten now that I've been awake for over an hour writing all this down. (Just too much to remember in my dreams.) Anyway, just thought I'd share this one, since it wasn't a nightmare and was (to me) humorous for a change. I guess this is what I get for watching an episode of Cupid right before going to sleep. LOL
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Warning - Scam job! [May. 10th, 2009|02:26 pm]
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Now, you may be wondering, why is zoni up at this ridiculously late hour (for her)? Everyone who knows me knows I should be long since passed out asleep at this time of day, as I work nights. Well, I'll tell you. After I ran some errands this morning, I came home and piddled about for a while, then decided to check my mail. There's one weird envelope in the mailbox addressed to me, but there's foreign writing all over the outside. I open it up, and there's nothing inside but a check to a company and bank in the state of CA. Weird. I don't know anyone out there (mb friends excluded). So I call information to try to get a phone number for the bank and company on the check. They can't find a listing for the company, but they give me a # for the bank. I call it (long distance) and all I get is a voice mail message telling me to leave a message. I do, and then try calling a local bank to see if they can tell me if the bank on the check is real or not. They say they can't unless I try to cash it (and if I do and it's not real, then bounce fees and whatnot ensue).

So I call my local police dept, which is mighty interested. They send out an officer ASAP, who looks it over and takes the info off of it. He asks me if I've received any emails asking me to send money here and there, and keep a little $$ for myself. I tell him no. He says some people lately have been applying to jobs, and they register with different websites, and then they get sent emails telling them they'll get a check and to send money to various locations, and keep some of the money for themselves. It's a scam. You cash the check, send the money here and there immediately, and in a few days your bank tells you the check bounced and you are responsible for the cash you withdrew from the bank. So you have to pay the $$ you withdrew and the bounce fees. The check I received was for $1,945.00. *Yikes!* I was soooo glad I didn't even think to try to cash this strange check I received!!!

So I told the police officer that I have been applying to jobs, and that I have a garbage email account for applying to websites so the junk mail from those sites goes there, and I never have to see it. He told me to check that email, which I did right after he left with all the info from the check, and sure enough - there were 6 emails in my junk email telling me I'll be sent a check and what to do when I get it. OMG! I couldn't believe it!! That is the wackiest thing I've ever heard of. So if I'd been too tired or out of it to think straight enough to question this check, and had just gone to my bank and deposited it, I would've had to pay all kinds of bounce fees! And worse, if I'd seen the emails and followed their instructions, I would have been out $1,645!!! (The emails say keep $300 for yourself - OMG!! the nerve!!!!) I didn't know what to make of that check, and I'm so glad to have a responsive police dept on top of things in my town! Yay police!! :)

So let my bad experience be a cautionary tale to you all, so that you don't get scammed by a bogus job offer that is intended to rip you off. And as Barney on How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM) would say - true story! ;)
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A Novel Idea [May. 10th, 2009|02:12 pm]
xzonia
[Current Mood |awake]

Walking through my local library, I feel a moment's pleasure at the smell of old books and the unusually calm silence that fills the air. Libraries feel the same everywhere, and I always get that thrill I felt the first time I walked through one as a child, knowing that I could borrow any book I choose for free, and lose myself in someone else's imagination. Ecstasy! Books are the most intimate form of communication I have ever experienced. Walking through the stacks, I feel welcomed and embraced by hundreds of souls who at some point in their lives wanted nothing more than to connect with others through the written word. Here I am never alone.

As I wonder from mysteries to horror, I think, not for the first time, that there is no genre in the library that tells a story about someone like me. The stacks hold westerns, romances, histories, and science fiction – all books with a specific angle to them. However, even in general fiction, the stories told have action, twists and turns, plot developments. I have yet to find a book that just talked about an ordinary individual who had never done anything noteworthy in his or her life. I guess that's because someone like me wouldn't be entertaining enough to write about.

I head to my favorite section, science fiction, and look for a new book I haven't read before. Many of the titles I scan are familiar to me. All I want is to lose myself in another life, another world even. I came here because I couldn't remember the last time I took pleasure in my own life, and I knew here was one place I could find solace. It had been months since my own story had made me smile.
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A Novel Idea [May. 10th, 2009|02:12 pm]
xzonia
[Current Mood |awake]

Walking through my local library, I feel a moment's pleasure at the smell of old books and the unusually calm silence that fills the air. Libraries feel the same everywhere, and I always get that thrill I felt the first time I walked through one as a child, knowing that I could borrow any book I choose for free, and lose myself in someone else's imagination. Ecstasy! Books are the most intimate form of communication I have ever experienced. Walking through the stacks, I feel welcomed and embraced by hundreds of souls who at some point in their lives wanted nothing more than to connect with others through the written word. Here I am never alone.

As I wonder from mysteries to horror, I think, not for the first time, that there is no genre in the library that tells a story about someone like me. The stacks hold westerns, romances, histories, and science fiction – all books with a specific angle to them. However, even in general fiction, the stories told have action, twists and turns, plot developments. I have yet to find a book that just talked about an ordinary individual who had never done anything noteworthy in his or her life. I guess that’s because someone like me wouldn’t be entertaining enough to write about.

I head to my favorite section, science fiction, and look for a new book I haven't read before. Many of the titles I scan are familiar to me. All I want is to lose myself in another life, another world even. I came here because I couldn't remember the last time I took pleasure in my own life, and I knew here was one place I could find solace. It had been months since my own story had made me smile.
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