Are You a Beach…Read?

Aloha Dudes and Dudettes,

I can’t believe that summer has come and is already halfway done. Every year it seems to grow shorter and shorter, or perhaps we just take the most of what we can get and it flies by (glass half empty or half full??)

I know I have been trying to take full advantage of my fun in the sun: pooltime, beaches, getaways, family time and reading like there’s no tomorrow. Books, books and more books!

Who does love that summer beach read? (If you don’t then don’t answer that ;] ) What’s your criteria for a “beach read”? Fluff? Romance? Undeveloped characters?  ACTION? What if you could be the next great author of beach reads? Everyone loves your books. What would you write about, how would you start it? Would there be tragedy? Second chances?

I put it to you to have fun with a little writing this summer instead of reading, and try to write a “beach read” that would interest you instead of buying one. Where does it lead you. You never know this fun prompt may propel other ideas and start flowering new ideas for stories and plots.

I will do this exercise too and post what I came up with next time. Don’t tease me with what I write! I’ll be vacationing for my birthday this weekend, so till I write again

~Let the Ink Run Free!


February BBP Challenge #5

Challenge 5: Fiction. Today I'm not choosing just one book. I'm choosing any and all books that epitomize what fiction should be. These are just a few that I feel accomplish that. They have such strong and solid worldbuilding that you know exactly what this place is like. Smell the air see the building and outfits. All books should have character development and a good plot but fiction truly makes it a living entity to me. #FebruaryBBPChallenge #BookBlogger #bibliophile. #bookjunkie #bookaddict #fiction #worldbuilding #instabooksChallenge 5: Fiction. Today I’m not choosing just one book. I’m choosing any and all books that epitomize what fiction should be. These are just a few that I feel accomplish that. They have such strong and solid worldbuilding that you know exactly what this place is like. Smell the air see the building and outfits. All books should have character development and a good plot but fiction truly makes it a living entity to me. #FebruaryBBPChallenge #BookBlogger #bibliophile. #bookjunkie #bookaddict #fiction #worldbuilding #instabooks

A Daily Prompt: The Refuge

A room. A room that can hold only three items before it disappears. Do I count as an item? I’ll say not. And what do I use it for? A refuge. An escape from my reality. To try to escape my pain, to lower it. 

I have chronic pain you see, so reading, music, meditation or relaxation are things I use to block out my pain, to focus my attention elsewhere and escape the present. Or some meditation and relaxation actually are meant to try to lower the pain level. 


In this room I would have a book, just a book that I could command any book of my choice to appear within its pages. (Hey this room disappears if it holds more than 3 things, I think I’m allowed some leeway here…) A luxurious, electronic reclining chair that has built-in speakers and an overhead light for music and reading. And finally a mp3-player. 

The walls would be painted as if it were a library with images of book lining 2-D shelves on the walls, with intricate bindings and plain, old and new, torn and pristine. It would look as if you could reach out and pluck a book from the shelf, but instead you would simple need to choose a title and it would appear in the single book occupying the room. I would curl up on the chair for hours reading, listening to music, sleeping, all three, or mixtures. reading and music, music and sleeping… It would be the next best thing to having my own personal pool or ocean–the other refuge in my life. 


What would you do with this high maintenance room that will only hold 3 things?

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A Daily Prompt: The Eternal Student

I’m supposed to consider who in history I would choose to teach me, if I could have anyone, ever. Well I would choose a few. 

That’s right. A few. I’d be the eternal student, going from teacher to teacher throughout history soaking up their words, their personalities and their surroundings–how they live. 


Who would I choose? Shakespeare. Jane Austen. Walt Disney. And Audrey Hepburn. 

That’s a strange sort, you might say. Or that they’re not very academic. At first I had considered people like Leonardo da Vinci, Galileo, Theodore Roosevelt, and even Marie Curie. I’ve never been into history; it’s bored me and seemed repetitive, endless and pointless. But I loved science, I loved academics and I admired all those people. When it came down to really answering this question though, we already have learned from them in those academics, and they hardly lived outside of the published lives. And then I recalled the artists, the writers and visionaries. 

Shakespeare. He is thought to have been gay in a time when that was wholly unacceptable and had to hide his true nature his entire life. He held that burden. He persevered through. He persevered through taunts of failure where his writing and plays were concerned–that they were no good, they would never succeed. (some may still agree, to each his own). Yet he went on. He wrote, he imagined, he concocted, he penned, and he became a playwright. He became famous and not just in one genre but successfully stretched himself across a few: comedy, drama, even romance. As his student, I would learn his perseverance. As a writer, his way with words and how he channels a story, where he calls a story from. 


Jane Austen. Oh, Jane. I have always loved Jane, admired her and her work. A female writer in a man’s world, making her own money and defying all societal conventions. She took political matters into her work (no they were not just romances and fluff). They were replies to articles like the Tatler and The Spectator and other independant articles published at that time on woman’s behavior, marriage, and money. She was defiant, unafraid to speak out. She was courageous in her words and in her actions, taking on the care of her family with the money from her publishings and refusing to marry in a world where that was a scandal. I would love to learn more about her world, the simpler way of life. I’ve lived in this fast-paced society my entire life. How much would it change me to slow down, appreciate the smaller things, like a simple walk in the park or the neighbors, a handwritten letter, or a nice three-course meal? I could spend a lifetime learning from her: loyalty (like that to her sister Cassandra), and love (for she did love deeply), to speak your mind and be courageous, and take every joy life has to offer.


Walt Disney. He was whimsical and dedicated. As the previous two “teachers”, he too had been told that he would fail. That Disneyland, his inventions and contraptions like the monorail were impossible, in this lifetime or another. But Disney ignored them. Walt Disney was a dreamer. He believed in imagination and nurturing that inner child. They don’t have to die or be locked away, but that child can teach us, can lead us down new and interesting paths if we let it. I had always found Walt Disney fascinating, his story, life, his achievements, but after watching “Saving Mr. Banks” this past winter I have such an increased admiration and fondness for the man. Yes he had become somewhat cocky later in life, but it was still in pursuit of dreams, of bringing the impossible to life and creating new and different things. I would love to learn to nurture my inner child and imagination as much as he did. to be able to keep moving forward as he so often sought to do himself with every failure. 


Audrey Hepburn. An idol. An actress. A mother. a Humanitarian. A woman. Two of my favorite quotes come from this woman.

“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says I’m Possible.”


“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”

They both demonstrate strength. They are motivation. She had to work for her roles, for acceptance. She didn’t have an easy life, probably easier than my other “teachers”, but still. She had to prove herself. To directors. To herself. To the world. She was a role model for many girls, not just in her beauty but in her actions, with her words. She knew from the start how she was perceived and used that. She had a classic style that was never flashy or egregious in baring skin. She was fun, and smiled. She lived her life with a perpetual smile. I would want to learn her optimism. Her vivacity, vitality.  


Basically, in my mind, I imagine Shakespeare and Walt Disney combined into one ingenious man and Jane Austen and Audrey Hepburn melded into a single pervasive woman, who would then have a single offspring, me. By being the student of these four people simultaneously I hope for the same effects. to take on those qualities and perhaps more, as if being raised by them and passed on their morals and advice, their guidance in life–for being a child is quite like being an eternal student, your learning is never done. 


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Game of Groans: Figureless Femme Fatale (A Lesson in Sarcasm)

Game of Groans.

Don’t you love model thin figures and A-type bodies? Isn’t it disgusting how people are so flamboyant in flaunting flab and fat, like they’re proud to have have curves–to be women?

I just don’t think it’s natural for our bodies to store food and nutrients like that. The media is right to promote propaganda for diets and pills, exercise regimens and stick figures to aspire to. For medical offices to hound their patients with health seminars and fitness classes, weight loss management and body mass indexes, telling them to change who they are. YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

Who was the idiot that called Marilyn Monroe a beauty, with her size-fourteen, hourglass figure? We’re a culture pinned by looks and eating habits, calorie counts and carbs, sugars, fats. We need to be kept in line, to be pushed into a skinny submission. I admire those girls who either starve to achieve perfection or eat precious resources then throw them back up before their bodies can intake the calories.

What male doesn’t find bones protruding from tightly bound skin sexy and appealing? Isn’t the saying ‘Less is more’? There’s a fascinating femme fatale in half-starved women.

Flabby and Fat, hideous with womanly curves? Or are you a figureless femme fatale, beautiful in your frailty?

Reading–Just Another Form of Stockholm Syndrome




Wide-eyed at night by the light of a lamp. Smiling and dreamy on the couch. Teary and heartbroken, snuggling with my dogs.

Is it so hard to understand why I read? It’s an emotion creating more emotions. Fantastical dreamings of children who never lost their imagination. Write.

Are You Gonna Be My Friend? A Daily Prompt Reply

How do I make friends? Well I don’t know. I guess friends kind of make me.

I was always a shy kid. I didn’t like meeting new people. I liked having the people already close to me that I could let go and be a goof. I guess you would call me an ambivert–that medium between introvert and extrovert. I was shy at first but once I let go. Holy hell, I hoped you liked me otherwise you probably go running for the hills.

Over the years I realized that there are many different personality types, and depending on the setting and IF I wanted to, I could fit into any group. But let’s be honest; who likes to pretend being someone else? So occasionally I will blend in with the different factions. But my ultimate technique to making friends? To just be myself. This crazy, random girl is who I show to people and they seem to like her. I’m able to make friends in classes and talk to people I’ve never met (on my own, no introductions). It was a long lesson, but eventually I was able to9 loosen my introvert’s hold on my personality. The extrovert is much more fun-loving.

A quip or witty remark. A movie quote or song lyric thrown into conversation can be a great way to form bonds. Or maybe that’s just my wishful thinking and I’m just delusional. I’ll let you be the judge of that.