Does anyone remember Dysontopia, my serialized fiction novel project? For a while, I was posting about a thousand words of it every week. It has been a while since I’ve even brought up the topic, so I would imagine one or two of you are wondering if it ran away, took an extended vacation in the Caribbean, or perhaps got sucked into a giant planet-eating black hole. Well, Dysontopia looks nothing like the fragments scattered about Normal Happenings anymore.
When last we checked in, it was undergoing a reformat with the intention of me releasing it chapter by chapter instead of in small portions. But here’s the thing – Dysontopia has blossomed into something really quite special. I don’t want to speak too soon, but reworking this novel has completely shifted its core concept into something that I actually consider particularly unique, mature, and sophisticated as far as novels are concerned. It’s more than just that girl named Sydney, though she still remains the focal point of the work. Don’t worry, I love that character too much for her not to be the main protagonist. Continue reading “Hey, Where’s That Novel Project You Were Working On?”→
Everywhere I turn, I stare into a desert with no trace of original thought. Every tool I use to add to the substance of the universe is merely an adaptation of somebody’s philosophical attempts to ascertain meaning in patterns beyond my comprehension.
Have you ever heard voices in the sound of the wind, rustling of leaves, or repetitive churning of a fan? If so, what did you imagine they might be saying?
As much as I love the abstract questions that seem to spontaneously generate from the depths of my mind and rise to the surface about once every 24 hours, I must admit they’re not all born out of personal experience. Generally they are a hybrid of me paying close attention to life and listening to the stories of others.
It’s so romantic and ethereal to imagine “Distant Voices” in the wind or the leaves, but to be honest — and this is a little embarrassing for me — my experience with this phenomenon comes from me opening and closing a squeaky door. Yep, the squeaky door literally calls out my name. Continue reading “Distant Voices | Re: Inkling”→
You know, it’s probably time I started taking my own medicine. Re: Inklings are short responses to the Daily Inklings I set forth each day. I get envious of those who pour their heart and soul into their amazing answers, so I’ve decided to join the fray and start offering creative takes of my own.
Find a very minor and insignificant factual or topological error in one of your previous blog posts. Write a lengthy apology letter to a fictitious offended party apologizing for the mistake.
Dear Mysterious Editor,
You perch bravely above the blogosphere, seeking and destroying any and all typological errors, sentence structure awkwardness, and comma splices with just a few taps from your smartphone. As you are unable to enjoy the experience until any trace of a grammar or spelling error is removed, I am deeply honored to have you playing for my team. Continue reading “Re: Inkling | Error Error Mistakes”→
On April 11 at 6:00 a.m., my beautiful cat went into cardiac arrest. When we adopted her one year and eight months ago she was only five months old. Me, Matt and Lucy all slowly adjusted to the new kitty in our lives. Ezri followed Lucy everywhere and they were genuinely best friends. The morning after Lucy, my childhood cat, passed away Ezri curled up in a ball next to me when my husband left for work. I remember waking up a few hours after he left and she was still beside me. This tradition would continue every morning for the rest of her short life.
Last Thursday Nikki and I experienced the loss of our dear cat Ezri, who we loved very much. Both of our cats left this world in the span of four months – we weren’t even over the loss of Lucy before Ezri departed in traumatic fashion. We’ll be writing a proper dedication for Ezri in the near future. For now, we’re still at a loss for words. That kitten has our hearts, and we’re still trying to figure out where to go from here. She was so young, and was such a joy.
I don’t have much to say right now. My heart is torn.
One thing is for sure, bad things happen no matter how optimistic you are. And though I display my optimism with great alacrity – positivity a banner I take into the many battles of life – I also could never be rightfully accused of being naive. On the contrary, from spiders to planes to, now, having my cat die of cardiac arrest right in front of me, I find it hard to be scared of anything anymore. That alone scares me more than anything. I’ll call it courage, because I need it to be courage rather than the alternative. Continue reading “We Are Here”→
I’m here to deliver some not-so-great news. For the past week our cat Ezri has stopped eating, drinking, and being her silly self. Yesterday afternoon we received some heartbreaking news from the vet. There is a fairly high probability she could have leukemia.
Our options are pretty grim at the moment, and we are doing everything we can to get her eating and drinking again. We are giving her antibiotics, fluids, and pills to make her hungry again. If she continues to decrease in health we might have to make some hard decisions at the end of this week. Continue reading “Our Ezri is Not Feeling So Well”→
Welcome back amazing readers! Today we’re so happy to announce the launch of our very own Normal Happenings Starry Eyed Discord!
If you’re not too familiar with Discord, it’s this top-notch communication platform ideal for the organization of large groups! So far, we’ve been using Twitter messages for internal communication, updated, collaboration planning, and socializing. It’s impossible to do that all of one thread, so everything is about to change!
Discord is arranged by channels, and with these 16 avenues for communication we’ll be able to rule the world! Or, at least, become an alliance of bloggers and content creators working together to constant improve our work. Let’s go over all the channels!
We think STARSTORM is the most important channel, so it sits at the very top. The premise is super simple. WordPress lives and dies based on how many stars a piece gets. The more stars, the more likely it is to show up in the reader. So let us bombard you with stars! Continue reading “The Normal Happenings Starry-Eyed Discord!”→
Nikki and I like to consider ourselves excellent name-givers. Not a week goes by where weren’t trying to name something. We didn’t, after all, just come up with a name like Ezri (our cat) off the top of your head. Like designing a logo, the intentionality of what you call something or someone will shine through in all aspects of its lifespan.
We find no distinction between a name and a title. Perhaps a title pertains to creative content, while a name pertains to a living thing. Still, articles, blog posts, and videos take on a life of their own every day, and those renditions are effectively the “baby” of the composer. I know I would defend some of my favorite blog pieces with the nearly the alacrity of my own child. (Note to self: that statement might need revising once I have a child.)Continue reading “Squids, Screwtapes, and Suspicions: How the Daily Inkling Got Its Name”→
Happy anniversary to us! Two years ago on a beautiful April Fool’s Day in a small town in Alabama, I married Nikki, the woman of my dreams. Thus, we signed our names to each other’s history and future — a decision of love I could never regret.
I’ve never heard a soul who is now married say that their wedding went off without hysteria. I suppose I am no exception. Seven-hundred and thirty days removed from the event, I think I am now ready to tell this story.
There are three generally accepted cosmological theories about how the universe will end. The Big Chill is the most commonly accepted, where over the course of deep time all of the energy in the universe will dissipate, leaving creation a void, lifeless, expanding darkness. The Big Crunch expects all matter will eventually coalesce into a point similar to the ingredients needed for a Big Bang. And then, there’s the Big Rip — not a theory. It happened on my wedding day. Continue reading “Everyone Has Embarrassing Wedding Stories, Right?”→