Random Thoughts From The Mind

Not because yesterday was my late father's birthday that this random though came to me, but I had realized that I was more like him than I would have thought sooner.  It came to me how much technology had advanced in the years that he was alive. Through most of it he had embraced it such as tvs, satelite tv programming, phones, but there was a point where he refused to use it. There was a time when I was younger than I could remember my father was working to layout the fiber-optics that we all use today. He told me then that in the coming years we would be able to talk to each other using camera's inside of our phones. He saw the future of technology and I believed him as all young girl's believe their fathers. I didn't picture the future as it it is now. As he said it, I pictured a screen placed on the wall next to the phones, not cell phones with camera's inside of them that we would carry everywhere we go. I'm not sure if that is what he saw as well, but he

Last night I had a very off the wall conversation, but after we talked about it for a while it all just clicked inside of my mind. All of it seemed so real inside of my mind that the What if's came through into something that could be considered a great story. It is a bit far fetched for my writing. It is entering into the science fiction realm that I had never ventured towards, but man, what a story it would be to tell that one. I wrote down everything that I could remember. Someday, I hope to come up with a great story with it. Basically all I have is a time line that it borders on, but if somehow, someway I can figure out how to add a story line to it... I could see the story going far into the unknown. What would be great is if it was a million dollar idea. I could see this idea being the background for a great story, whether it be a book or a movie. I have wondered several hundred times whether or if I should consider starting to write screenplays. After all that is how thes

There are times where I run these random thoughts through my mind, literally writing it word for word. When the time comes that I sit down at the computer to copy and paste these thoughts, it never comes out the same. The basic idea is still there, most of the story is there, but my random thoughts begin taking on a life of their own as soon as they reach the paper or screen.  I take all of these ideas the whirlwind around my mind, start writing, and then those random thoughts have random thoughts of their own. So I must warn all of you, when I begin writing I do have an ending in mind, although it never truly ends the way I had thought. Then there are times where I will end it just like in my thoughts, but I never stop writing. I continue until I feel that everything is out in the open. So just when you think that it is the end, it truly isn't the end. These thoughts wonder through my mind, even after I have written them down. I sit, quite frequently, and ponder about everythi

I am going to blatantly admit that this was not my random thought, but it stirred up a lot of them inside my mind as I tried to fall asleep. National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation: (for those of you who did not read my last post, I remarked on how my last christmas was rather awful) Watching this movie last night was a severe eye opener. As we laughed and enjoyed the movie I watched Clark Griswald lose his last nut as it were when the squirrel and dog reeked havoc on his home. When the remark came out from beside me I found myself lost in what was, "That was last year here." I dove back into my memories, more so than I had initially done, and that movie in a sense represented my last two christmases. (Without the humor.) Except last year instead of there being a squirrel in the tree and destroying the entire house, (I will allow all of you to know that no children were present and this was not on christmas eve.) I will admit, I was the squirrel and the dog. I will not

Ok so the title is not a song title, rather it is lyrics and the song is called Wherein Lies Continue... but I would rather not have such a depressing title for such a wonderful, loving post. So I will just go with the words as they are singing in the background of my mind. I hope everyone had a wonderful christmas full of love and family. Mine was absolutely wonderful because the best present I saw was everyone was happy and joyous. My presents brought tons of smiles and cheers to the faces of those I love, even though my daughter told me I was mean (in a good way). Her most prized gift was wrapped so well that it took her a while to dig into it. I'm talking bubble wrap and packing tape inside a box wrapped in packing tape, then wrapped in paper with packing tape holding it all together with a few bows and name tags. I decorated it very carefully and wrapped it even better. (I just realized how many times that I wrote wrap or conjunctions of wrap in two sentences. Isn't it a

This story is written by my own son. The Day-Dreamer So I will begin this, let us call it a tale, with an introduction. I am Alex Pennway at the time I was seventeen, your average student. I was pretty indifferent about most but I do like to read and listen to the radio whenever I can. I have also had this great innate ability to day-dream quite well. This tale takes place in Bathe 1978, and on that day I would be a little later than normal arriving home. This year so far had been fairly cold and yet all I had dressed in had been my school uniform. A light tan t-shirt with khaki pants, yet today had been warmer than most. Summer had been rearing its fiery head in spite of the closing winter. Anyways, I walked down the same path I had always taken, but today nothing was out of the ordinary except for one thing. There was a quaint bookstore on the side of the road that I never truly had the pleasure of visiting, but today it was different. There was a queer sign inscrutable to my

Just in case you were all wondering... nothing happened to me. I am still here and still writing, writing, and writing. I had been working on Apollo's Light to finish it, then realized that there was no ending in sight. I had initially ended it almost exactly how I wanted, until I realized that it was not truly the end. Based off of the End of Days this book must follow basic guidelines of that time period as prophesied. Well, I have a 'short time' that I must get through before the End of Days truly rears its ugly head and Aris can take her rightful spot. (I'm not spoiling where she ends up). Regardless, I have hit a area that I'm not sure that it is the best road to take for Aris now and I  contemplating a different road. So I went up one road and now as I look back I see a path through the trees wondering if I should go back and take the small path. Either way I have not stopped the story, but I had come up with some wonderful ideas for Approaching Fate while goi

Dad’s Coffee Cup I look at the cup. To those who don’t know, This is just an ordinary cup, But to me it is more than that. I think that perhaps you may feel the same. That is why on this Christmas Day, I will allow you to partake. All I ask is that possibly return the favor in one year. Enjoy this simple cup, With all the memories that we may share.

Ok, so I got a little off topic of the true reason behind my christmas random thought, but that is what this is all about or it wouldn't be called random thoughts of the mind. My whole rambling was supposed to be one the stupid parents at christmas, but it didn't even go there. It was written with love in my heart allowing everyone out there know what christmas truly means to me. I hope you all enjoyed it... and strive for the same. One thing that I do not agree with the 'christmas' season is the lies that we spread because of it. We randomly use it to punish children making them think that some unknown fat guy is stalking them all the time. (This might cause some real issues sometime.) We especially force this into our kids minds, be good or else you'll get nothing for christmas... the reality of it is though that no matter how awful that child is, they are going to be given christmas. In all actuality, the worse the child is, the better the gifts will be probabl

So... with the wonderful christmas season arriving quickly so many thoughts cross through my mind on top of all the stress that is wringing its way through my core. I did not capitalize christmas for several reasons, and for those of you who read this will understand by the end. Keep in mind I do enjoy this season as much as the next person, family gatherings and just over all watching the joy on my children's faces is enough for me. And I must admit I do love the mystery of what to get everyone. Research at its best- allowing me to dig into the unknown and search for those things that will put a light on someone's face. This is one of those things that I understandably don't voice my opinion about because I hate to kill everyone's seasonal joy. In the spirit of all things random, my thoughts will write themselves and be placed out there for the world to judge. To be honest with everyone out there reading this I don't know where to truly begin. With so many th

Listening to music is one of the most effective ways to release emotions. Whether it be sadness, happiness, energy, bitterness, anger, frustration, music is an extension of those feelings.  For those of you who don't know me personally, music is one of the greatest loves of my life. I don't think that I would have survived living this long without it.  Music is not just music to me. Other people claim that they do not listen to or care for music and I am left with my jaw dropped to the floor. Music to me is a whole other realm to traverse inside of. No matter what I place inside my speakers to blare out into the world, it sucks me inside of it. Whatever genre may play I jump inside without hesitation. Diving into the notes that run rampant through my brain I find the harmony. It is one of the most beautiful creations that was ever made. Unable to play music myself I find an appreciation for all those that create my other world that blows my mind. So many times I have trie

Alright now I am going to combine two of these random thoughts Silly World and Longer Lives to make one post that is not so random as I have written about both subjects. Today I am going to combine them together to see which is better for us in general.  I guess what this truly boils down to is are we willing to submit our bodies to an overload of chemicals to keep us living for over a hundred years, yet we sacrifice our children's minds in the process (if it is the ever growing use of chemicals that causes that).  So just think in a couple hundred years we will be living to a rip old age of what 300, but our minds are going to be so whacked out that we will be wondering around beating out heads off the walls while the robots take care of us. Yeah, I don't know if I want to live in that world.  

So I was wondering about the different diseases that are affecting children (mostly children, some adults) nowadays ie: ADHD, OCD, depression, autism, lactose intolerance, etc. With all of these "new" diseases out there, they are constantly searching for cures and/or treatments for all of them. My question to the world is: Do you think that the chemicals that we continue to put into our bodies overtime change us? I know they are constantly saying don't do this when your pregnant or that... I'm thinking more long term. All the medicines that we take, all the chemicals that are in our foods, the air we breath is having a lasting effect on humanity. I'm sure someone has or is doing a study on it somewhere, but are we doing this to ourselves and our children?  All the preservatives, artificial coloring, just all the additives that we put in food in general that was never done before. Then add in all the medicines that doctors prescribe, plus the ones we take OTC l

I have had so many random thoughts running wild in my minuscule brain over the weekend. I had taken the weekend off from almost all writing except to finish the end of Chapter 15 in Apollo's Light. Actually I had ended, began on 16 and then realized... it was all chapter 15 to begin with... that's why it is just a rough draft at this moment. I have sent the first half of the book to an editor... (thanks mom) to get reviewed and edited. But... one of the random thoughts was on my Approaching Fate series. What I was truly pondering was the ends to so many different story lines. My idea was to continue the series (if you can call it that by the time I'm done) with branching off several endings to each book. Starting with the first one there will be two endings: 1) Ashley dies, thus ending that part and 2) She goes back in her fate, thus Approaching Fate: Pheonix. At the end of Approaching Fate she can thus go forward in two more different ways: creating two more books, thus

Imagine if you will… You’ve woken up from death; as you lay in a cramped alleyway, you see a vagabond crouching next to a large cardboard box motioning his hand for you to come close. As your awareness settles in you can also hear the bass and treble tones coming from behind a golden painted door. Your awareness heightens as you recognize that the tune emanating from beyond the golden door is your favorite song echoing from this illustrious and elaborate place. As you press your ear close to the cold twenty-four golden karat painted frame you begin to realize that this mysterious golden door must be a club spot; as you can faintly hear a vast crowd of people cheering and carrying on from within. From the corner of your eye, the vagabond person has moved closer to you and places their sullied hand upon your shoulder. You jump and turn; not out of fright, yet your body reacts to how refreshing their kind touch feels. The vagabond looks intensely into your eyes and smiles while sayi

Just a couple Headlines from the News...  Makes me truly wonder what world we are living in... U.S. Pop-Tarts alerts police about Illinois man who spreads mustard on his breakfast pastry Celebrity Teen dubbed 'Corpse Bride' reportedly had 50 surgeries to look like Angelina Jolie U.S. Couple Accused of Placing Infant Son in Microwave U.S. Goats Found on Road Lead Police to Hundreds of Animals in Deplorable Conditions U.S. Driver deliberately ran over sheriff’s wife, injured daughter: police