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Hang in There, Sunshine #pain #encouragement

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Hey there Sunshine,

I know the past couple days have been hard.

Sure, the To-Do List got hacked down a couple line items, which is always worth throwing a fiesta in your case. You even managed to research electromagnetic radiation versus nuclear radiation and learned the two aren’t related. I saw the outline of your second book is coming along, too.

Congratulations.

But that relationship you’ve been meaning to mend? The silent treatment isn’t going to heal it.

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Winged Princess #poem #poetry

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I’m experimenting with putting up poetry instead of fiction today (obviously). Feel free to riot as you please.

I wrote this after a boring lunch meeting in Breckenridge, CO. Beautiful place. And they have great burgers for a ski town. A child wandered around outside in a princess dress. I thought, This lunch would be much more interesting if everyone wore costumes. And, I want to be Tinker Bell. 

I don’t remember if there was an actual swing. Just the princess dress. Anyway, that’s the backstory:

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Book Review: Of Poseidon @ByAnnaBanks

Of Poseidon is Anna Banks’ debut novel. The sequel, Of Triton, released this year.

Of_PoseidonGalen is the prince of the Syrena, sent to land to find a girl he’s heard can communicate with fish. Emma is on vacation at the beach. When she runs into Galen—literally, ouch!—both teens sense a connection. But it will take several encounters, including a deadly one with a shark, for Galen to be convinced of Emma’s gifts. Now, if he can only convince Emma that she holds the key to his kingdom…

Of Poseidon is a fresh mermaid tale written from both Emma and Galen’s perspective. I’ve been on a mermaid kick lately, so I appreciate Banks’ thought and twist to mermaid lore, even going so far as to explain the difference in biology between humans and ‘maids. I especially loved the Syrena’s “pulse”, which is like a Syrena’s fingerprint whenever they touch water and can be felt even miles away. I wonder what my pulse would feel like . . .

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Gnawed Pencils #fiction #shortstory

gnawed_pencilsI arrived at the classroom early Monday to find him waiting by the door. “Are you the returning student?” I hipped the stack of books and papers and unlocked the door.

He didn’t look up from the ground. “Yes, Ma’am.” His pants were ragged, average-brown hair a little longer than approved dress code length.

I walked to my desk to put down my stack. “I expect you to come to class prepared each day, same as the others. Since you’re coming in a little late into the semester I can give you some extra tutoring to help you along. I don’t have that plaque on my wall for letting students fall behind. Though since it’s only English you’re taking, you shouldn’t have trouble keeping up.”

He shuffled a foot and made brief eye contact.

My chest tightened, as though my Grapes of Wrath flew from my stack and walloped me. “Robert? Robert Maples? Is that you?”

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Book Review: Cinder by @Marissa_Meyer

Cinder is the first book in The Lunar Chronicles. The second, Scarlet, released this year.

CinderCinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She’s a second-class citizen with a mysterious past, reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister’s illness. But when her life becomes intertwined with the handsome Prince Kai’s, she suddenly finds herself at the center of an intergalactic struggle, and a forbidden attraction. Caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, she must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect her world’s future.

If you can’t tell from the name, Cinder is a new spin on the fairy tale Cinderella. But this version is definitely not Disney’s. Try sci-fi Cinderella on an intergalactic scale with a deadly virus and aliens set in New Bejing.

Awesome.

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How the Milky Way Makes You Feel Alive

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I’ve always wanted to paint the Milky Way. So when Michaels had a crazy canvas sale and I found this goodie for half-price, I knew I had my chance to paint it.

We spent an entire afternoon scraping paint out of our faux-wood floors after I finished flinging stars. (In my defense, not all of it was my mess. A massive glop or three belonged to the hubster.)

I felt so alive when I plopped in front of the starry canvas.

Why do I bring this up?

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