It’s the weekend, so the moonshine grid is open
Independence Day celebrations all over the world often include many of the same elements. In the countries I’ve visited on their Independence Days, parades, food and fireworks figure prominently into the festivities. The U.S. is no different. For us, we’ll also hit the beach, probably get too much sun, then soothe our anxious dog, and that’ll be it. What are your plans for the weekend?
Canada Day. The Fourth of July. Heck, even Bastille Day. There’s just something vaguely revolutionary and patriotic about this month in the Western half of the world.
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But first, a brief announcement: WINTER IS COMING.
That’s right. My summer vacation is over, the Solstice has passed, and here in the Northern Hemisphere the days have begun to shorten. For those of us with summer-triggered Seasonal Affective Disorder (it’s a thing, winter SAD people, look it up) it’s a time when we once again start looking forward to things.
I have two sons. They’re not twins, but they still have this uncanny ability to know exactly where the other is and what he’s up to – especially if there’s a chance to get someone in trouble. They fight like wildcats and yet protect each other just as fiercely. It’s a complicated relationship, I think, and one that’s hard to distill down to 42 words.
What is it about the brotherly bond that’s so compelling? I’m not sure, but I’m looking forward to reading your thoughts.
Those of you who are more high-brow may raise your eyebrows at me, but sometimes my writing is inspired by movies. Not like fan fiction–that’s not my style–but mostly using elements like mood, tone, or a more abstract idea. After first seeing Pan’s Labyrinth I wrote stories with dark, twisted settings. Upon being introduced to The Hunger Games, I tried my hand at some post-apocalyptic fiction. The Fault in Our Stars…well, that one just made me cry.
Reading in my brain.
How long has it been since you’ve read a book you just can’t put down? You know, that one book in thirty that makes you stay up all night to find out the next earth-shattering event or beautifully written moment. It always seems like something huge is waiting for you to turn the page.