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Monthly Archives: September 2016

Joy, Sadness, Fear, Disgust, and Anger all play important roles in Inside
Out, Pixar’s movie about the emotions inside the head of an 11-year-old girl
named Riley. Now it’s your turn to let one of the emotions have control of the
console.

Write five or six different emotions on little slips of paper and put them in
a bowl. Draw one at random. Write a review of a recent movie or TV show
you’ve seen using only the one emotion you drew.

In the first two episodes of Season 4, it has been easy to tell that the show has turned in a new direction. New elements have been introduced along with new characters. With the introduction of Gabriel Luna as Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider, an edgier element, or one could say an element involving fear, has become a part of the show.

This was evident in Tuesday’s episode entitled Meet the New Boss. As the title suggests, we got to see who the new director was and found out things we weren’t expecting to find out. What was unexpected about the director along with the other parts of the episode added fear which upped the stakes and made the show exciting to watch.

The question could be asked as to why this is, but I think all of us who are consumers of media instinctively know already. Fear, or conflict overall, makes things more interesting. People don’t want to watch or read about people whose lives have nothing wrong in them. They want to know how people get through their problems and resolve whatever’s happening.

This is what makes shows like Agents of SHIELD popular. The people who watch it want to know how Agent May gets over her fear of her colleagues because of the pathogen she’s been infected with. They want to know if people will stop being afraid of the Ghost Rider. They want to know if the ghosts will be cured so people won’t be afraid of them. And finally, they want to know if people are afraid of the new director now because he’s an Inhuman.

So, Tuesday’s episode had more questions than answers. It had the emotion of fear as well as other emotions. But, mainly, it had the conflict that everyone who watches it has come to expect.

Hope everyone has a great day!

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I’ve been wanting to post in this blog more regularly, but have had problems coming up with content. That problem was solved yesterday when I received a free writing prompt book in my email from American Writers and Artists, Inc. It has a month’s worth of prompts, and I’m hoping to get myself in the habit of writing every single day by using it.

Here’s the first prompt.

What was your favorite book as a child? Do you remember? Did you read
it by yourself, or did someone read it to you? Did they do the voices? Were
you tucked up in bed, or curled up in a favorite chair? These days, do you
read to someone else? Do you enjoy acting out the parts while you read?
Today, write about a beloved book and relive your memories of time spent en-
tranced by a wonderful story.

I’m going to answer these questions on behalf of my younger son. He’s 17 now, but I remember well when he was in kindergarten and first grade. One of his favorite books was Skippyjon Jones by Judy Schachner. I read to him and his older brother every night, and when it was his turn to pick, more often than not, he would pick Skippyjon Jones or two of the other books we had by the same author–Skippyjon Jones in the Doghouse or Skippyjon Jones in Mummy Trouble. He loved it when someone would make up voices for the characters, and I remember him trying to make up voices himself. These books were the first books he enjoyed reading, and I am grateful that his kindergarten teacher in South Carolina gave him a copy when we moved to Michigan in the middle of his kindergarten year.

Reading out loud to them was a precious time I will always remember. Each boy would usually want to be on one of my knees, and they would want to make sure the book was equally in view of both of them. It was a time my attention was solely focused on them and a time their attention was solely focused on me. I’ve recently become familiar with a song that illustrates how fast this time went for me–a song called Blink by the group Revive.
Here are the lyrics.

“Teach me to number my days
And count every moment
Before it slips away
Take in all the colors
Before they fade to grey

I don’t want to miss
Even just a second
More of this

It happens in a blink, it happens in a flash
It happens in the time it took to look back
I try to hold on tight, but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life?

It happens in a blink
It happens in a blink

When it’s all said and done
No one remembers
How far we have run
The only thing that matters
Is how we have loved

I don’t want to miss
Even just a second
More of this

It happens in a blink, it happens in a flash
It happens in the time it took to look back
I try to hold on tight, but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life?

It happens in a blink
It happens in a blink
It happens in a blink
It happens in a blink

Slow down
Slow down
Before today becomes
Our yesterday

Slow down
Slow down
Before you turn around
And it’s too late

It happens in a blink, it happens in a flash
It happens in the time it took to look back
I try to hold on tight, but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life?

It happens in a blink, it happens in a flash
It happens in the time it took to look back
I try to hold on tight, but there’s no stopping time
What is it I’ve done with my life?

It happens in a blink
It happens in a blink
It happens in a blink
It happens in a blink”

When we are in the middle of those periods with small children, it seems like they will never end with all the teaching and molding of character, with the preparation and cleaning of meals, with the washing of laundry, with…everything, but in the blink of an eye, they are over, and we don’t know where the time went. In two years, my nest will be empty, and I will be in the next phase of my life. My sons and I still read a book together at Christmas, but it’s different now. They don’t fit in my lap anymore, and I’m the one that’s about to go to bed. They are young men now, and we have a strong bond. A bond was established when they were small children, and we were reading together every night. My fondest hope is they will remember those times when they have children of their own and read to them.

Hope everyone has a great day!