Q&A a Day for Writers: … What makes you great tomorrow

Todayʻs topic is a really good one and is really important for kids today and tomorrow to know.

What does this quote from James Victore mean to you, “the things that make you weird as a kid will make you great tomorrow.”

James Victore is a graphic designer and encourages all to create art that is unique to their selves even if it is a little different.

This quote is a really good one. I was one of those weird kids growing up, you know? I had the crazy curly hair and liked a purple/orange color combination. I loved to read and would sit for hours with my head in the books. Iʻm sure I will be at my utmost potential later in life, but I can feel myself making the moves to getting there.

Overall, I see this quote to mean that each kid who has a quirk that is out of the norm or who chooses to eat their food a different way could probably be the next great five star chef or master pastry chef. The kid that spends a lot of time playing with and taking apart electronics will probably build the next rocket ship for space travel. The kid who sells food on your neighborhood street could possibly end up being a big entrepreneur powerhouse of your community. The possibilities are endless!

We should never forget to empower these children to be the best that they can be. There is no wrong in being a child, and all the little quirks and differences make them even more special when they grow up. Children never stop dreaming and are so full of life. We should uplift them.

Take what you are and move forward.

Happy Curl, Happy Girl

Signing off,

Curly Island Girl

Q&A a Day for Writers: Fill-In “Burning”

Todayʻs prompt is a creative one! I havenʻt written anything creative in quite some time, so I will give myself some grace, haha. Oh, and disclaimer, whatever else you read from this point on has nothing to do with my own life (although, you might never know and that is truly the beauty of creative writing).

______ is burning. Fill in the space and the rest of the scene.

His heart is burning. Not literally, but it almost feels that way.

Today, he woke up and something didn’t feel right. As soon as his eyes opened, he saw the sun rising through the curtain. The orange and the yellows blending together creating the most beautiful color he had ever seen. It seemed like it would be a good day, granted by this beautiful sight. However, in the pit of his stomach, he felt sick. Something was wrong.

He turns his head, and the other side of the bed was empty. She usually wakes earlier than him, he’s not really a morning person. He sits up and slides off of the bed. Itʻs eerily quiet. At this time, he usually can hear the bustling of objects as she packs his lunch and makes his coffee, humming along or giggling to the words of a podcast or YouTube video. How odd?

He slowly begins his descent down the stairs, the sound of creaking footsteps leading him. Hm, he smells freshly made coffee sitting in the coffee pot, but no mug was out for him on the kitchen counter. He opens the fridge and his food is sitting in containers from the night before – leftover spaghetti. He calls out for her. No response. He calls out again to an empty home.

He spots her purse by the door, her phone on the table, and her keys on the wall still hanging. Something is wrong. Where could she have gone? Unsure, he opens the front door with the sun already a quarter of the way into the sky. He calls out again. No voices, except the sound of the the little brown birds tweeting from the tree on the front lawn. It seems the whole neighborhood has already left to start their day or are still sleeping.

He walks out of the house and around to the back yard. The pool is empty, aside from just a few flowers from the neighbors tree floating around in the water. He sees no sign of her having been there, and the back door is still locked. His concern is now growing. He walks back inside the front door and begins checking the guest bathroom and bedroom. Sometimes she sits in here if sheʻs on a work call leaning on the brown desk we picked up from her coworker. Nope. She’s not there. He calls out again and goes back upstairs to grab his phone. Now is the time to call 911. People donʻt just disappear. She wouldnʻt disappear.

He returns to the bedroom and retrieves his phone from his nightstand. A piece of paper was under it. He picks it up curiously, hopefully its a note. He must have missed it, distracted by the sunrise and discomfort for no apparent reason. His eyes are scanning the small torn piece of notebook paper and reads as his expression turns cold and angry:

I have no words for you. None. Here is all I have mustered up.

How could you? I gave you everything. I answered a phone call. You know the one that says ʻElectric Companyʻ? Yeah, that’s not the electric company.

I was good, wasnʻt I?

His heart is burning. The same way he burned her. Today he deserves that feeling, for how do you distinguish a heart that is fueled by kerosene?

Happy Curl, Happy Girl

Signing off,

Tales of a Curly Island Girl

Q & A Day for Writers: Why do you write?

Hello again!

Although I do have plans to write in other categories and on other topics for my blog, I did want to start a new series this year. This series is inspired from the Q&A a Day for Writers book, which is a 1-year journal published by Clarkson Potter. There are simple prompts for each day of the year to encourage more writing. If you wanted to check it out, click here.

Todayʻs question is “Why do you write? What does it do for you?”

What a great question, right? Why do I write?

I write for myself. It doesnʻt bother me if my audience is small or no one reads through the entire post. I like to let my words out on “paper”. Writing means so much more to me because I can take time to think about what I am trying to convey, I can erase something that doesnʻt make sense, and I can continue to re-read what I wrote.

I do have friends and family who have suggested I vlog as well, but here’s the thing. I like to talk on camera, sure, but thereʻs just something about reading words that I feel more emotional with and not as compelled by listening/seeing someone talk. It might be because in a video there are other distractions. If you wanted to read something, you would read it (and thereʻs only words!).

Writing is a release. Ask any writer, that would be the cliché answer for sure. Writing something good is like reading a really good book. You can get lost in it for a bit. Now I’m not talking about writing a research paper, that is different from writing for fun (although, I donʻt mind research papers either). This is the kind of writing I like. I pick a topic or am inspired by an event or person(s) and just kind of dive in.

I take pride in a good post or paper (even paragraphs, hello texting haha). It reminds me why I like to read and why I like to learn. It inspires me to reach farther and expand my mind.

If you are a writer, what does writing do for you? If you are not a writer, but you find yourself here reading my blog, does my love for writing and reading equate to another project or hobby you love just as much? What is it?

Happy Curl, Happy Girl

Signing off,

Curly Island Girl