"C Is For Cookie"*

It just wouldn't have been a complete Christmas without making cookies with the nephews and niece. I love to see the creativity come out of each of them in different ways.

(This is just a sampling of the cookies we made. I don't think any of them are mine. I played around with different combinations of black and white frosting this year.)

My 11-year-old nephew is my writing buddy. We pack up our laptops and head out to the local cafe or Barnes & Noble and work on our projects (and eat too). He has a fast mind that's always churning away, so he works feverishly on projects (and sometimes has trouble finishing them). He has always liked to draw figures, from baseball players to super-heroes, so it was no surprise that he turned some of the cookies into his favorite music artists.

My 5-year-old niece is a girl's girl. She loves princesses, her favorite colors are pink and purple, and she often compliments me on a cute shirt or accessory. She is also very creative and passionate in her pursuits, especially drawing and coloring. She was the last kid standing when it came to decorating.

My 4-year-old nephew is what I like to call mechanically creative. He's a very literal little boy, who watches and explores how things move and work. He is also super sweet and indulges his auntie when she asks for a little "sugar" (hug and kisses) or to eat his cheeks, which have the cutest dimples. He tends to be very methodical with his creations.

(From left to right: we have Squidword as made by my little nephew, a trendy snow lady complete with rosy cheeks courtesy of my niece, and Michael Jackson as envisioned by my older nephew.)

Naturally I forgot to bring my camera this year, so thanks to my mom (and here is where my brother would say, "Thanks to your mom!") for the pictures. What are your favorite traditions?

*Joe Raposo (as sung by Cookie Monster)

"If there's a light in everybody, send out your ray of sunshine"*

I have a confession: I'm something of a sun junkie. And living in New England, I find myself jonesing for some of those good, warm rays as winter rolls around. By the time winter ends, I'm sure I'll be "looking all pale and tragic" (five stars for the first person to comment with the correct movie reference!).

When the sun is actually shining this time of year, I try to get outside for what I call my "15 minutes a day." It doesn't always happen, and when it does, it's not always in optimal conditions because I often have my head covered. I've read (and I can't for the life of me remember where I read this) that the back section of your head near the crown is the most absorptive part of the body.

There's just something about being out in the sun and fresh air a little bit everyday that invigorates me. And let's be honest, my self-esteem gets a nice boost when I have at least a little bit of a tan (as opposed to the aforementioned pale-and-tragic look). It's not only anecdotal evidence that supports my "15 minutes a day" theory, either.

Actual science backs this claim (and I'm not talking about overexposure to the sun...we all know skin cancer, sun spots, and wrinkles are bad...moderate exposure is key). The aptly named SAD (seasonal affective disorder), which can make you moody, tired, and depressed (admittedly, similar to the symptoms of PMS), usually occurs in conjunction with the lack of sunlight in the winter. Proper sun exposure also helps your body produce vitamin D, which is important for strong bones.

Okay, is this starting to sound too much like a commercial for sun? Well, I don't care. I really do love the sun. Without it, we don't have plants, food, animals, earth, life. I'd say it's about tied with water as the most essential element of life, so you really can't over emphasize its importance.

All this talk about the sun has made me a little twitchy. Unfortunately it's night right now. I hope it's not cloudy tomorrow. I need to get my fix before I start to go through withdrawal! My sun, my precious (please tell me someone knows this book/movie reference!).

*Jason Mraz

"The hills are alive with the sound of music"*

I may be stating the obvious here, since all my blog titles are song lyrics, but music is important to my writing. Sometimes it's just a lyric or two that inspires me, but other times a whole song speaks to a scene on which I'm working or a character I'm developing.

In my story Elixir Bound, there's a scene where the main character, Katora, floats above the forest via a magical binding (yup, it's a fantasy). Katora normally can't fly and it's a malevolent creature that binds her, but for a minute she feels a rush of adrenaline that gives her an intense high and sense of freedom. When I think about this part, I always hear the long musical beginning of the live version of Naveed/Life by Our Lady Peace (pretty much my favorite band of all time). This song gives me the same kind of feeling I imagined Katora having when I wrote that scene.



In my reimagining of The Little Mermaid, one of the main characters Poe is in love with his best friend, but he thinks she's never going to love him back. Naturally, his song is Jason Mraz's If It Kills Me. The lyrics "Well, all I really want to do is love you/A kind much closer than friends use/But I still can't say it after all we've been through" are such a perfect description of how he feels.

And then there's this new idea that's been percolating in my imagination for a few months now. This one is rife with musical inspiration. The original idea popped into my head while I was listening to Godsmack's song Voodoo. I heard the lyric "Never did I wanna be here again/And I don't remember why I came" and a whole scenario played out in my brain like a mini-movie.

Then I realized (as I often realize when I think I've had an inkling of an original thought) that my idea was just a YA dystopian ripoff of The Bourne Identity with a female teenager as Bourne. So I decided to actually read the book instead of watch the movie yet again (really, who can get enough of Matt Damon as a reluctant assassin?).

Anyway (I do digress), that's not the only song that has inspired this new story. The main character (who may or may not have a name that was inspired by the lead sing of the aforementioned favorite band...I haven't decided if it's the right one...but who does have a nickname of Black Butterfly) has a past that she can't remember, but may somewhat be described by Civil Twilight's song Soldier.

And seeing as the opening scene of this story was inspired by a song, it's fitting that the closing scene was also inspired by a song: Linkin Park's Waiting for the End. Mind you, I've done a lot of thinking about this new story, but I only have bits and pieces of it scribbled in some notebooks. The rest is all in my head...for now. I have a couple off other projects that are taking priority over this one, but it'll get written down one day soon.

I'll leave you with something that is a bit musical, but will probably not inspire anyone (except maybe to run to bed and cover your ears with a pillow). It's my family's Thanksgiving Day rendition of a scene from The Sound of Music!

*Oscar Hammerstein II