refractedperspective

There was tea. And The Sandman series, which continues to amaze me. Story writing. Story planning. Book writing. Someone giving me a "inspirational blogger" award. The Night Circus which takes my breath away. And read things about it being in the production stages of being a movie. That'll be pretty fabulous. Poets of the Fall came out with a new album recently and they're one of my favorite bands. Yeah. It was a good day.

If you are an author who secretly decided that you wanted to fight back against society and infiltrate the the horrible ways that society ignores and blames victims over their abuse, and the dismissal of the kinds of horrible things children go through, and so you thought about writing books that would tell children that they should trust their instincts over trusting what adults tell them, that they are allowed to be miserable over miserable things and that abuse is the fault of abusers, and that they absolutely right in thinking that whether they are being blamed and dismissed by the rest of society, and they are absolutely right in thinkin

When I take a picture, the world disappears. Completely. I'm not even sure sometimes if I'm paying attention to the picture I'm taking - it's this all-consuming...consumption that makes me lose track of time, lose track of all my senses, and once I'm done and turn my camera off, it's like I wake up. I typically listen to music on my mp3 player, it helps block out distractions. But I need to pay more attention to what I'm listening to before I start, because if I'm listening to a song that starts out too soft and so I've increased the volume, I won't be consciously aware when the song crescendos into something far too loud for my ears. So whe