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2013 – The Year of Energy

January is already over.  ALREADY!?

It amazes me how fast life goes now that I’m a “grown up.”  It could be because I have a child and watching her grow is so fascinating.  It could be that there aren’t as many “breaks” in my year (summer break, Christmas break, school vacations).  For whatever reason, this year is already going by too quickly.

This year, I have pledged to myself that I am going to get back 100% to my goals.  I have three main goals that I want to accomplish this year.  They are not simple ones either but I know that throughout the year, I’m going to have to take measures to ensure that I keep my energy levels up so I can complete these three goals.

writingGoal 1 – Finish my NaNoWriMo book.  I hit my 50,000 word count back on November 29th but I haven’t finished the actual book.  I got a little stuck.  Ok. I got a lot stuck.  I had my outline but I just am not sold on the ending.  I don’t know how to finish.  To keep my energy up on this behemoth of a project, I try to write at least five sentences a day on it.  This way I can keep the characters alive in my head and hopefully they will speak to me and tell me what the end of this particular story is.  I just wish that they would hurry up and decide how this particular story is supposed to end.  I’ve written five different endings and they don’t feel right.  Something isn’t clicking…time to mute the self-doubt voice but seriously – it’s annoying me.

Goal 2 – Be at my 75 lb gone mark by December 31, 2013.  It’s not that unreasonable to think I could hit that goal.  Now that’s 75 lbs from my starting Weight Watchers weight back in May of 2010.  It’s not even close to my end goal but it would be a nice leap toward that finish line.  If we break down that amount by 52 weeks in the year, that means I would have to lose about .7 pounds a week through the rest of the year.  I can do that. I can focus and actually work on it and get there.  Obviously if I could get even further, that would be amazing too! To keep myself energized on this journey is a little harder.  After a two week of meh planning and tracking, it’s hard to pull myself out of the funk and get back to basics.  But you see, that’s really the best way to fix it.  To get my energy back, I need to go back to basics.  I need to take one small step at a time.  (Sorry if I sound like a broken record but honestly, it’s one of those things, the more I say it the more I believe it.  Just bear with me again…Someday, I won’t be as virtually needy, I promise.)

BooksGoal 3 – Read 100 books this year.  This one is not really a completely serious goal but it is something I would really like to be able to say I’ve done.  I love Goodreads.com and they have a reading challenge every year to read x number of books.  Last year, I tried to read 100 books. I failed miserably but you know what, I kind of got started late in the year.  This year, I’m shooting for 100 again.  I’m behind but you know what, that’s ok.  I’m going to keep plugging along at it.  Again, to keep my energy up with this one, I’m going to just keep reading.  I’m going to [try to] commit to one night a week with no tv and no computer.  Just me and a book (or my kindle).  This way, I should be able to get pretty close to that 100 book goal, especially if I have books that turn out to be page turners.  Some are going to be.  Some are going to drag.  But in the end, it will be pretty cool I think!

Throughout the year, I’m certain I’m going to need to recharge my energy.  It’s almost inevitable but it will be worth it all if on January 1, 2014 I can proudly say I have accomplished at least two out of the three goals listed above!

What will you do to recharge your batteries?  And if you have any books to suggest to my list of 100 books in 2013, please feel free to share!

This post is the last post of the January 2013 NaBloPoMo.  January’s theme was energy.  The prompt for January 31st was “What will you do to energize yourself for 2013?”  Well?  What will you do?


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Clear Out The Distractions

There are times when I feel like I can’t do what I’ve set out to do. There’s so much involved with getting healthy and getting my life back to what it should be at my age. It’s a lot at times to take head on. The big picture can be intimidating and overwhelming because let’s face it, I don’t have just 25 lbs to lose. There are a lot of things I need to do to not let myself get side tracked.


The list of what I need to do is simple.  Eat right, exercise, go to weigh in no matter what, track my every bite, lick, and taste, and forgive myself when I slip up rather than let it landslide into a food avalanche.

When I sit down to do the math, the total number of time that I need to lose five pounds can seem impossible. But, that smaller five pound goal seems more possible than the grand total!   That is the trick, you see.  I need to look at little victories.  In Weight Watchers, we call them the non-scale victories, things like losing inches, fitting into new clothing sizes, being able to say no to a gorgeous, decadent piece of cake even though every cell in your brain is screaming eat the cake!  Looking at these small victories and combining them with the larger more obvious ones like the number on that metal box many people torture themselves with, it is much easier to stay energized and focused on the task at hand.

The distractions are just that, they distract you from your goal.  You need to keep pushing, never give up, never surrender.

Never give up.  Never surrender.

“Never give up. Never surrender.” Commander Peter Quincy Taggart – Galaxy Quest Though, this picture is not one of Commander Taggart but rather of the Thermians. 

The reason I haven’t already gained back every pound I lost and then some on this round of Weight Watchers is that in the almost 3 years I’ve been going and weighing in, I haven’t given up. Yes, there have been some struggles (hello 2012 and the great gallbladder saga), but I haven’t given up.  I have faked it some weeks, some months.  I firmly believe that is why I have not gone back to where I was at the start.  I also believe that is why I will eventually get to my goal.  This week has been one of those fake it weeks.   I can admit that because I know that even though I’ve been faking it, I will still go to weigh in.  I will own the fact that I haven’t made the best choices this week.  I will do my best to clear out the distractions and keep moving forward.  In the end, it will happen.

Today’s post is part of January 2013 NaBloPoMo.  This month’s theme is energy.  Today’s prompt was, “Benjamin Franklin said, ‘Energy and persistence conquer all things.’ Do you agree or disagree?”  What do you think of Mr. Franklin’s observation? 


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What do they think?

I always wonder what other people are thinking.  I get so self-conscious sometimes it stops me from doing what I set out to do.

I think partially it’s because I grew up under a very critical eye.  Perfection was expected at all times.  For example, in elementary school, I was not allowed to have an eraser on any pencils.  If I did make a mistake, I had to ask for an eraser and prove that I had figured out the correct answer before being able to use said eraser to correct my homework.  No lie.

I used to have nightmares about this little pink eraser...this very one...the Pink Pearl.

I used to have nightmares about this little pink eraser…this very one…the Pink Pearl.

When that person left, the critical eye was gone, but the critical inner voice remained.  I always wondered if it was good enough, did other people like it, did other people like me, was I good enough, was I smart enough…

That voice still sometimes shouts and when it does, it’s hard to shut it up.  I have gotten better over the years at ignoring it but man, it was one hell of an asshole when I was growing up.  I often listened to that voice, that dumb voice that made me wonder what people would think if I did something, said something, wore something, ate something.

As an adult, a new set of what do they think questions have popped up.  What do people think about my parenting skills, what do they think about my child, what do they think about the fact that I’m overweight, what do they think about my writing, what do they think about the car I drive….

I have given up caring about what people think about my parenting.  I know what I’m doing is right.

I have given up caring about what people think about my child.  I know I love her no matter what.

I have given up caring about what people think about my writing.  I don’t write for them.  I write for myself (newsflash – most writers write for themselves).

I have given up caring about those people who will judge me for my possessions.

It is hard though for me to give up caring about what people think about my appearance.  I don’t know why I can’t let that one go.  I shouldn’t care.  I know what I’m doing.  I know how far I’ve come.  Why, then do I care so much about them?  Why do I spend the energy caring about what people may or may not think when they see me for the first time?

Maybe Deep Thought would be able to answer that question.  Or maybe she’d tell me that the answer was on the computer planet she built…who knows?

Is the answer 42?

Is the answer 42?

This post is part of January 2013 NaBloPoMo.  This month’s theme is Energy.  Today’s topic was “What reoccurring thought uses up a lot of your mental energy?”  Tell me what you think.  I do care what you think.  Honest.


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Wasted Energy

There are times when I wish I didn’t have feelings.  I know it sounds odd.  But for someone who learned very early on in life to emotionally eat, feelings are still hard to process.  As I work on  my weight loss journey, it has made me realize that these emotions are the real causes of my eating.  I have said it many times before but it bears repeating.

I find certain emotions are worse than others.  When I’m bored, I will often be able to talk myself out of eating as a way to “amuse” myself.  It’s when I’m sad or angry that I end up having the real issues.  If I’m anxious, forget it.  There’s no stopping me short of locking the cabinets, fridge, and freezer!

At times I get sad about this and think “Why can’t I be normal and have a normal relationship with food?”  Lots of people make it through the day without having the urge to eat because they are nervous about bills getting paid on time or because they are upset that someone said something negative to them.  Normal people shrug it off, other people find they can’t eat during those times.  Why can’t I be one of those people.

This is where my energy gets wasted.  I end up going round and round in my head and end up making myself exhausted. It’s tiring to constantly be thinking about the whatifs and the could’ves.

Then, when I eat those emotions rather than feel them, I get angry with myself for giving in to the pattern.  It’s borderline insanity.  Ok, maybe not borderline.

This is the worst form of energy wasting.  This merry-go-round of emotions and eating.  If I could just re-train my brain to go for a walk or do some crunches when I feel those emotions, I will gain energy rather than continue to lose it.  But see, dear reader, this is where my neurosis kick in big time.  Will I replace my eating with exercise and go from one extreme to the other?  HAHA! Yeah – probably not, but do you see what I’m saying.

What is it that I’m so afraid to feel and allow myself to to just use my energy for more positive outcomes.  As I type this confession, dear reader, I realize that there are things that this blog has allowed me to work out and I thank you for bearing with me while I have these mini self-realizations.  One day it’s all going to click and I’m going to be able to just get everything where I need it to be!  Hopefully that day will be sometime before I’m 70 years old!

This blog is part of January 2013 NaBloPoMo. The theme this month is Energy.  Monday’s topic was “What emotion do you think is the biggest waste of energy and why?”  Even though I didn’t directly say it, I think I was trying to say guilt and anxiety were the most waste of energy.  What do you think?

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Ocean Blue – The Darkness

Six months into the search, there was a crisis.  It was funny because they called it a crisis but the real crisis was that we were floating through space looking for a planet to live on.  During the day, there had been multiple times when the lights had flickered, ship-wide.  People didn’t pay attention to it because they knew that it was just the lights.  The ship had been built so that each system worked on its own Red Source supply.  The deck and the ship’s helm worked on its entirely own system, completely separate from the rest of the ship, a precaution that they said would keep the helm completely safe.

During the day of the brown-outs, we tried not to think too much of it but it was hard not to wonder why they were happening on an almost regular basis now.  Some said it was probably just routine maintenance on the system.  It made sense.  Six months out in space, it only made sense that the lighting system was probably due for a system analysis and upgrade.  Besides, we had to make our preparations for our apartment block 24 hour blackout.  We had to make sure that our batteries were charged and that we had enough candles and working flashlights.  We always had enough, but it was just routine and with so few things to really work on, we dutifully went through our routine relishing the feeling of normalcy.

After dinner, we returned to our apartment common which was a courtyard of sorts that connected four apartments.  Every night, we would sit with our neighbors and just talk.  It was nice because we would talk about the different things happening in different apartment blocks, our different jobs on the ark, things you talk about with neighbors.

Callum, who worked in maintenance, was talking about how the brown outs were odd because there was no clear source of them. They had some power surges and had tracked them back to the source but they weren’t sure why they kept on occurring.  Padraic was about to ask a question when the room went dark.

Callum stood and walked back to his apartment and came back out with a puzzled look.  It must have been a look we all shared because when he looked up at us, he realized that we were waiting for him to explain.

“We’re a two hours early for our blackout.”  He said and we all stood, unsure of what to do.

“Should we find out what to do?”  Keeley asked.  She always was anxious to do something, even when there was nothing to be done.

The intercom beeped in Callum’s apartment and he quickly walked to answer it.  We all held our breath, hoping to hear more of it, though I couldn’t hear a single word of it.  The ark was built with some impressive sound proofing.  It probably could be attributed to the fact that people didn’t complain about living on top of one another as they did in the apartment blocks.

When he returned to the common, he looked even more confused than before.  “The lights are out on the entire ship, save the helm.”

We looked at each other, making sure we heard him correctly.  He assured us that we had heard right.

No lights.

I didn’t know what to think.  Did they know how to fix it?  Before the arks, we had brown outs all the time but that was just because so many people were plugged into the grid, using ten different devices at once.  It was never a full-fledged blackout though.  I half-listened while they talked about the different things that would probably need to be checked.  Callum agreed as he got ready to leave again to go back to his post in the generator room, a part of the electrical network.

We knew he would tell us what he knew as soon as he could.  I watched him leave and couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take him and his crew to get things back on.  I had hoped to get a few more things done before our scheduled blackout began.

I decided to call it an early night because I didn’t want to use all of my planned activities for the scheduled blackout and then have nothing to do.

When I woke in the morning, I saw that we still had no power.  I checked my message center and there was nothing coming through and that was odd because even during the scheduled blackouts, the message center would work.  It was as if everything that ran on any kind of electricity was out.  After getting some breakfast, I walked out to the common and found Padraic sitting, talking to Callum. I walked over to them to see if they had any news.

“They say they cannot find the exact source.”  Callum said.  He sounded and looked so tired that there was no question that he had been up all night working.

“Well, will it be back on tomorrow?” Padraic asked. “I really don’t understand how one one knows where it’s coming from.  Doesn’t the system have an automatic repair system?”

Callum shook his head.  “It does but it must be manually started.  We are supposed to identify the problem so we can report it and track them.  They didn’t want to make it fully automatic because there was a fear we would miss the weaknesses in the system.”

“I suppose that makes some small bit of sense.  But in this case?  Can’t something more be done?”  Padraic asked, clearly not pleased with Callum’s answer.

“It could be days.  Just brace yourself.”  Callum warned.

I had heard enough.  I turned back around and went back to my apartment.  It was so quiet and dark.  I climbed back into my bed and sat there listening to the silence. I figured that even if it didn’t come on at the end of the day, I would have enough to keep me busy.

I easily made it through the first two days.  It wasn’t hard.  I had enough sets of rechargeable batteries that I was able to read and even do some sewing.  Day three got a little more challenging when I lost two sets of my rechargeable batteries.  Day five was the day I lost the last of my batteries, so did so many of my neighbors.  We had water but it was too cold now to take a shower or bathe.

By day 8, I was all set playing space campers.  I had read everything in my apartment.  We had talked, played, laughed, cried, and everything else in the common which  was good but, I still wanted my electricity.

On day 14, two weeks after the power went out, we finally got it back.  I cried when the whir of the fluorescent light clicked back on over my head as I sat in the chair in my apartment.  It was an amazing thing, to be in darkness, having gotten so accustomed to it, and then to have the light just appear.  You could hear the screams of joy coming from the common.  I got up to see who was hollering and it was no surprise to see Padraic there, dancing around the small square.  I laughed when he pulled me into his victory dance.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  We had been floating around in the darkest of places, with no light.  And now the light was back.  We proved we were able to come out of the darkness.

This post was written as part of the January 2013 NaBloPoMo.  This month’s theme was energy and Friday’s prompt was “How long do you think you could last in a power outage?”  I kept going with my little story about the dead Earth and the survivors who were floating in space.  It just seemed like the thing to do.  Hope you enjoyed it.  I may keep writing this one off the blog and see if I can develop it more and fine tune it but we’ll just have to see!


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Ocean Blue – Blackout

Every third day, our block of apartments go dark. It is one more of the conservation efforts that were put into place to teach us to learn to live more thoughtfully, preparing us for our next home. The first night we went dark was the hardest. No one had gone without the light, computers, or some form of entertainment for less than a few hours before the arks. When the Senate announced that there would be regular blackouts, we were outraged. The Red source was supposed to provide endless amounts of energy yet here we were needing to have blackouts.  It just did not seem fair that we should suffer.  However as the discussions were held and the information made public, we realized that no one knew how long we would be floating looking for our new home.  When the thought of endlessly floating in the void entered our minds, we realized that one night every week was something we could learn to live with.


We had spent so many years attached to our technology.  While it helped us advance science and medicine, we found out that first night without power that we had lost some of our basic communication skills.  We sat in silence that first night.  No one really talked too much and many went to sleep, hoping it would help make everything go by more quickly, sparing them the inconvenience of no entertainment.  It was amazing to see how many of us did not know what to do with ourselves.

It was on the third week that finally one of the elders spoke up.  They reminded us that we weren’t always plugged in.  We didn’t always have the constant stream of communication downloaded to an ear piece, uploaded to a monitor in our pocket, streamed in the bathroom.  We used to play instruments, we used to read, we used to see live theater.  We had instruments and we had books.  It was time to rediscover them.

The first month, we organized a play.  We pulled out Shakespeare since everyone had heard of at least one of his plays.  A small group of us got together and presented the block with a poorly acted version of Twelfth Night.  It was amazing.  People didn’t quite get all of the jokes but they did enjoy it.  We talked about it after too, to make sure everyone understood what the story was about because the language was so old and used words that people hadn’t heard in centuries.

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We did Ibsen, Miller, Williams, Simon, and Checkov.  It was amazing to see how every other month, the whole block would be excited for the latest production. Even the auditions had gained reputation throughout the ark.  People in other blocks would come down to audition and see the plays.  It was an amazing feeling to know that we could find such wonderful entertainment in these old stories.

Soon, people were attempting to write their own plays.  The imaginations were coming back to life.  It was amazing to see because for so long we relied on other people to make our entertainment and with the arks, all of that changed.  Yes there was still programming that was pumped throughout the ship, but it wasn’t like there were video games released every month or musicians on tour.  People had forgotten how much enjoyment came from it.

Sitting around a room with a guitar and a room full of voices was something that not only entertained but made people feel connected.  One of the girls who lived four apartments down had found a book in the library that had the songs of America and inside it were songs that were perfect for these Blackout sing-a-longs.  The songs were about trials, about struggles, but they were really about hope.  Singing them together made us feel hope.

We found, over time, that we were using the electronic less and seeking out people to talk to.  Books to read.  Music to play.  Poetry to write.   The arks made us find our voices and find our talents.  We had all just been so numb to these kinds of things but people were doing so much more together and not walking around like zombies plugged in.

This post was written as part of January 2013 NaBloPoMo.  The theme this month is energy.  Today’s prompt was “What is your favourite thing to do when you lose energy in your home and can’t use electronics?”  Keeping with my posts from earlier this week, we’re back on the ark, learning more about what to do during the energy conservation efforts. Please feel free to go back and read the start of this little mini-story.  It’s a little different than what I normally post but I’ve been having a lot of fun doing it.


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Ocean Blue – Learning to Conserve

The arks were successful in getting us off the planet before it completely died. Five years after we left, the probes reported that all remaining life had perished and that there was no sustainable environments for us to return to.  I was a child when the arks took off, just 10 years old.  I’ll be celebrating my 25th birthday here floating through the sky, living on this metal makeshift planet.

The years in space have not been all bad.  We have adjusted to everything and we have managed to communicate with the other arks, keep track of where they are, since all the arks went in different directions to search for a new home planet.  We know it might take generations to find it, but what other choice do we have?

Throughout the first five years or so, there was quite a learning curve.  While the Red Source was sustainable and a powerful energy source, more powerful than originally thought, there were fears that it would be used up before long.  The arks had strict rules of placed in effect, “for the safety of our precious and sacred mission,” that dictated so many different aspects of our lives.  The Senate that oversaw all laws of the ship were the ones to draft the ark’s charter, though most of it thought of these laws as more of a covenant, again, finding comfort in the truly ancient histories.

It made things feel more safe having these laws in place, knowing that there would be order.  Knowing that even though no one was left behind, there had been a kind of change that occurred in the hearts of everyone.  We were all orphans now.  All without.  All lacking a place to call home.

The first section of the charter, after the general we cannot kill, steal, or the standard run-of-the-mill kind of laws.  After those were clearly stated and understood, there was a section on conservation.  After leaving our planet as a barren ball circling the sun, the Senate knew it could not be tolerated again.  The laws in the conservation section were strict but we accepted it.

Water was subject to the strictest of the regulations.  There was a strict limit on the time of any type of shower.  The ark had showers that automatically shut off after two minutes and then started again in five minutes and ran for another two minutes.  The water was frequently tested to make sure there were no pollutants and the acceptable limits.

Lights were another regulated energy.  Each apartment was provided with “daytime” lights that were run by the ship.  They were like our sun.  They slowly got light in the morning and then got dark in the night, giving us the illusion of sunlight.  They used minimal energy and use the true light technology to help us not suffer from lack of natural light. If we require more light at night, we are able to use one of our smaller lights that run on rechargeable batteries.  If we need even more light than what is given by those lights, we must use one of the many common areas where the lighting is left on for work.

Energy consumption is kept to a minimum and while it took some time adjusting to using less, we have accepted it.  We have no other alternative.

This post was written as part of January 2013 NaBloPoMo.  This month’s theme is energy and today’s topic was “What is the most creative way you conserve energy in your home?”   Today ties into Monday and Tuesday’s posts where I kind of got stuck in a story…it’s a little different than my normal posts but I’m having fun.

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Ocean Blue – The Renewable Energy

In the days before the oceans dried up, the question of energy was on the minds of the millions.  There were so many who knew that there needed to be a source of energy that would not destroy their future home.  When the oceans first began to recede and people could begin to return to the land and salvage what was left, the debate began and escalated to a heated conversation of what method would be best.

oil v wind

Some scientists insisted on solar power, wind power, or even nuclear power since they had finally been able to make each one not only safe but also ridiculously affordable.  They proposed using the uninhabitable areas to build fields of wind and solar farms and on the outskirts possibly build a nuclear plant or two.

Politicians insisted that switching to a natural resource for power when that very natural resource just proved to be one of the most unreliable sources would do nothing but hasten the end of what was left of their planet.  They could not be convinced that the crisis was man-made and aided by the pollution caused by the overuse of fossil fuels.  Either that or they just didn’t care and wanted to make sure that their interests were the ones who profited.  The years of the Liquid Gold War did nothing to teach any of them anything.  Besides, it was clear that their interest lied in the funding of the weapons they wanted developed so that if another world was discovered, they could take it over with minimal destruction.

But even before all these talks really happened, the supplies were dwindling.  The coal went first.  The mines were shut down because there was no way humanly possible to dig deep enough to safely mine what was needed to supply the world’s demand.  The companies tried to create machines that would be able to dig and mine but the heat kept messing with the electrical and computer components.  Millions of dollars was dumped into technology and research that would be able to strip the Earth down to its core.  In the end, the project failed and was officially scrapped the same week the first of the oil reserves ran dry.

oil well

The oil reserves went dry and panic swept across the continents.  People tried to rush to hoard gasoline and engine oil.  Any type of oil that was required to run a car or machine was government regulated after that point.  People were killed over getting a spot in a gas line.  Farms had top priority so they could run the machines to plant and harvest, but soon, it didn’t matter.  The only oil left was not available to us and so began the Liquid Gold War.

After twenty years of fighting and burning crude oil, the wells began to run dry.  There was no more to be drilled.  That was when the arks were unveiled.  The world leaders at least had the foresight to create the arks.  People laughed when they were finally told of the arks.   Questions of how they would be fueled ran through everyone’s mind.  How could there possibly be any type of energy that would lift something so massive and so full of people and animals that it would be able to break the Earth’s orbit?

The day that the press conference was to be held, the world came to a stop.  Everyone, on every continent, in every country, wanted to hear how these ships were going to save humanity.  With no fuel, how were they going to be the saving grace of the human race?

All the years of research, all the development of streamlined processes for harnessing the sun and the ever-growing winds were good but oddly not the solution for these arks.  Some where, in some forest in the heart of what was once known as Russia, a scientist discovered a simple solution. There was a weed that grew, this scientist never bothered to name it because it really didn’t matter what it was named.  What mattered was what it could do.

This scientist discovered that when this plant was boiled down and combined with basic salt, created a fuel similar to methane gas.  The scientist even went on to create a  more powerful synthetic form that could be created with polymers and all natural elements, making it a new renewable source of energy.  After finding the fuel, the scientist then developed the engine that could run on the gas.  It was a huge success and rumors of the engine spread throughout the governments and the scientific community.  No one really had proof of it though because the scientist held it all in the highest secrecy.


After the leading governments tracked the scientist down, they were amazed by what she had accomplished and brought her out of the woods to help reproduce what she had done.  Then, they placed the technology and energy into these arks.

Reactions to this news varied.  Some people were amazed that no one had found this plant before.  Others laughed, believing it would never work, saying there was no way that a weed would get them into outer space and keep them traveling until they found a new planet to live on.  When the arks were turned on and taken on a demonstrative trip, the naysayers were silenced and began lining up for their respective ark.

The new energy source that earned the nickname of the Red Source, a name harkening back to the ancient histories, became a small spark of hope.  And that spark would carry them all to a new home.

This post is part of the January 2013 NaBloPoMo.  This month’s theme is Energy.  Today’s prompt was “Come up with a creative plan (and no, it doesn’t have to be realistic and scientifically-based — toddler on a hamster wheel, anyone?) to create energy once we use up our fossil fuels.”  This post goes with yesterday’s post so if you like this one, click here to go back and read yesterday’s!

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Ocean Blue


That’s what it is now.  As far as the eye can see.  There is no green.  There is no blue.  It’s just varying shades of brown.  The wind blows the brown around the dusty blue sky, which isn’t even really blue when you look at it.  It’s the mind’s eye that makes it blue, a shared memory, passed down through the generations.

The vastness stretches for thousands of miles with newly exposed mountain ranges and crevices, once hidden by the blue oceans, are now the predominant landscape.  There is nothing but the harsh jagged edges of the rocky terrain, thirsting.


The buildings are standing and inside, there are histories that talk of the once great planet that was here.  The diversity of life was like no other planet known.  The species that evolved and adapted over time could not adapt to the damage that was done in the long run.  It was just too much.  The pictures in the books and the film discs leave these amazing images though of the splendor of what this planet once was.

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There were oceans that stretched from one city to another, filled with creatures, plants, minerals that kept the planet alive.  Now, they were dust and death.  They once overflowed and reclaimed the planet, but then the skies filled with chemicals and sucked the very essence from them.

In a few more centuries, the planet may restore itself but it is not a definite thing.  The life was choked out of it and now it is forced to reset itself.  The people fled in a biblical fashion but the arcs they created would have put the 40 cubit by 40 cubit ship to shame.

The true question is did they learn their lesson as they fled their home?  Did they realize that they need to preserve the ocean as much as the air?  Did they learn how to create energy that didn’t kill? Did they learn to appreciate the most amazing thing they had?

This post was written as part of the January NaBloPoMo. The theme for this month is energy.  Today’s post was “What is your biggest concern about the future of the environment?”  I really played with this theme and think for the rest of this week’s prompts, I’m going to stretch my creative muscles and really have fun with this one!


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Exercise. It’s Not Just for Muscles!

A long time ago, I decided I liked writing stories.  It was a fun thing to create characters, pick what they looked like, what they did, what kind of lives they lived.  It was even more fun to figure out how they talked and what kind of conversations they would have with the other people I invented in my head.  It just was so much fun for me.  I was happy when I wrote.

I wish I could say that I got tired of writing.  I never have.  Every school paper assigned to me was writing.  I didn’t care what kind of writing I was doing, I just wanted to get words on a page.  I loved turning my thoughts into sentences that had proper grammar, wonderful words, and hopefully some kind of point or meaning.  While I wanted to do nothing other than write stories, the years that I had to spend the majority of my time writing papers, I took that for what it was – writing.

Now, I have time to write and so I choose to blog as one form of writing.  Is it my passion?  Yes and no. My passion is for the stories that pop into my head.  The characters I see everywhere and the people who live in my mind’s eye are so intriguing.  Do I wish I could spend all my time just writing about them?  Of course I do, but I know that there is more to life than just locking myself in a room with an endless supply of Dr. Pepper, my computer, and a notebook with some blue Papermate pens.

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I sometimes even find it tough to log on here and empty my brain but, I do it anyway.  It’s important, you see, that I write every day.  Whether it’s here using the daily prompt, in my journal planning out a character’s back story, or writing out a section of a story that’s been stewing in my brain, I need to write every day.

I once had a college professor say that writing is something you need to do even when you don’t want to do it, much like exercise.   If you don’t do it, you won’t get the results you want.  Lots of writers have said that (or something along those lines), to be honest.  And please, don’t think that to be a writer you need to be someone who has published something.  You don’t.  You just need to write.  If you write, you are a writer.  If you get published, you are a published writer.  Either way, you are a writer.

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At the end of the day, I may not feel like blogging, but to be honest, I don’t always feel like exercising either.  I do it though because I know that it’s important to keep my skills in shape, so to speak.  I need to be able to play with words.  I need to write long sentences.  I need to write short, descriptive, action packed sentences.  For me, there’s no question about energy to write, it’s just do.  If I don’t, I might not get anything done because the words will stay rattling around in my head!

This blog was written as part of NaBloPoMo January 2013.  The theme this month is “Energy.”  Today’s prompt was “How do you find the energy to write when you’re not in the mood?”  Check out the other great blogs participating this month by clicking here.


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