The school year is just starting, and I am already swamped. Between work, school, and social life, I don't have much time to just sit around a be lazy anymore like I did last year. Is it because I'm more of an adult now? Probably not. For my first blog of the year, I want to write about something most of us hate to talk about. Yes, becoming an adult. The scariest and most exciting this we will ever do.
I grew up on a healthy diet of fantasy. As is fairly normal in childhood. From Disney movies to books with children going on adventures, to the stories that played in my mind. In my family, reading, and artistic endeavors, and imagination were encouraged. I took drawing lessons where I learned how to see objects for what they were and make them come alive in a different world, one of graphite and charcoal.
Last week, I had the privilege of going to the Native Crossroads Film Festival: Bodies in Motion with a few other Cowley writers. It was very fun as well as informal. I learned about Native American culture as well as some culture of Mexico as well. The first film we watched was called "Rariihuuru- The Letter".
Questions! Questions! Questions! Are you trying to come up with a plausible story to write about? Sci-Fi? Romantic? Adventure? The selection of topics can be overwhelming. What appeals to you? What do you feel comfortable with? Is there an experience you’ve had that can guide you? How much effort is needed to put into it? Do you have the requisite time?
This week, a group of writers and myself got to explore the original town of Wichita better known as "Cow Town." We all loaded up on the bus and headed there. I didn't know what to expect because no one really told me what Cow Town was. I thought it was just a town that had loads of cows walking around it. When we got there, there were no cows in sight.
I cannot say for sure when I first tried cooking on my own. I grew up helping my mom in the kitchen. In a family of nine, peeling potatoes and watching the pot of soup was a part of the deal for us kids. I honestly do not know how people function without knowing how to cook for themselves. To me, it was as natural a part of growing up as learning how to drive or wash my own clothes.
I am a fierce lover of technology. I spend a significant amount of time on my laptop each day browsing social media, researching for my current literary project, engaging in homework for my classes, including writing blogs like this for Mile Marker Review. I play video games on my Xbox One and Nintendo 3DS, one of my favorite hobbies. I even read books and stories on my tablet, immersing myself in the fictional worlds I love. But sometimes technology can be my creative downfall.
Stories have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Memories of my mom reading to me are some of my most cherished. Being swept away to adventures that took form in my mind was, and is, my favorite form of magic. At five years old I came to the moment that is burned into my mind. Finally, I was to learn how to translate the black and white symbols into words. Slowly those symbols began to make sense, until I could read the stories I so loved.
Do you prefer to read a physical book or an E-book? I personally have read from both and prefer to read long books (typically over 400 pages) on my Kindle but read shorter books (under 400 pages) in a paperback. Although I do enjoy reading with the lights off and with a Kindle or Nook or whatever you prefer, that is possible. I can snuggle up under a blanket and enjoy a nice read.