Why is the Sky Blue?

My little sister and I were lying on the lawn, staring up at the changing clouds. In a moment, she released a large sigh and turned her face to me.

"Breanna?" she started, as if hesitant to ask, "Why is the sky blue?"

Such a simple question sprang to mind so many thoughts. At first, I went for a scientific approach.

"Well, the sky is blue because it reflects the ocean."

"Or is it the ocean that reflects the sky?" she added.

"Hmm." the thoughts in my mind were liquid, hard to grasp, "Then perhaps it is both. Maybe they are reflections of each other, of light bouncing off of one another that gives us the impression of the color blue."

It was silent for a moment before she propped herself up on her elbows and fully committed her attention to me.

"Well, then how does the light make it blue?"

"Well... what is color? I learned in physics that the color we see is really the frequency or wave of light for every other color there is; the one wave not present is the color we see."

I had even confused myself by then.

"But how can you see the absence of color?" she asked.

I wisely replied, "I don't know."

"Well, what is color then? How do I know that the blue I see really is blue? What if my blue is actually red but I was taught that it is blue?"

Silence. I had never thought of it before. Did the human eye really interpret things differently from person to person? Those who are colorblind certainly see things differently, especially when they can only see select colors, but whose to say they can see those colors? Is what I see as blue pink or even yellow to someone else? Is it some other color I cannot even imagine as I have never seen it? What is color?

"So," my sister interrupted my thoughts, "Is the sky really even blue?"

Statement of Poetics

For my creative writing class last year, we had to write a "Statement of Poetics" in which we were to talk about the type of writing we do, what we have learned about ourselves as a writer, and what we plan on doing in the future. I started to write one and it was just too boring so I decided to try something a little fun. This creative version of the assignment was the one I turned in and the teacher loved it, I even chose to read it to the class on the last day of the semester. So, I thought it would be a proper introduction to me as a writer... and, just to let you know, I am not conceded... this was all written with a sense of humor. Keep in mind, this is not perfect and I may yet make some changes, but I thought I'd post it anyway.

Cheers! :)


A speech to all those who have the attention span to listen:
Across the lands and sea there are millions, no billions, of people pondering upon the same age-old-question, “Who am I?”. I don’t want to puff myself up into a glorious being, knowing that I have found the answer, but it is bound to happen anyway. I... (pause for dramatic effect)... am a writer. That’s right, a writer. The creativity that flows from my mind astounds even me. What, you may ask, is so important about being a writer? Well (square shoulders and give a flip of the hair to show superiority and flattery) let me tell you the dangers of my trade. I do not flounder about in silly poetry that gushes with love and nonsense (no offense to poetry, I love it I just can’t write it all that well) no, no I go behind enemy lines. I... (pause for a long period of time, maybe thirty seconds and emphasize the next few words) am a fiction writer. That’s right, a fiction writer.
Fiction is associated with make-believe, fairy tales, and fakery all too often. These are horrendous misconceptions that could lead to the downfall of the human race. How? Well that is another speech, I’ll give it to you sometime. You will have to clear about three hours of free time on your schedule as it is a hefty subject. Now, at this moment, we are talking about fiction writing as a most noble profession. The stories we write are construed as simple imagination, but it is so much more than that, oh yes, so much more. I become my stories. I dive into them, much like Meggie does when she reads herself into the Inkheart book in Inkspell. Meggie’s talents are pretty impressive, I must say, as reading things to life is pretty handy, but I have met her and I still think that I hold more power for I am the one that creates those words she reads to life. Yes... I am like the goddess of the written word. I control the worlds and the lives of those who live within them. With only one word, I can decide who lives and who dies. It is exhilarating but a very dangerous power to hold. Sometimes, I’m afraid, the characters rebel on you, they start to do their own thing. I have been trampled, stabbed, and shot by so many rebellious characters looking to take control of their own story it is a miracle I am not dead. I, however, am a fiction writer which means I am strong enough to withstand such trials, so I learn from them.
Now do you see what I mean when I say poetry is not such a dangerous art. Sure, it’s interesting and intriguing, but has a character from Emily Dickinson’s poems ever physically rebelled and tried to kill her? I think not! Over the life time of any good fiction writer, there are dozens upon dozens of instances of near death experiences caused by some rebellious character or characters. Creating life is dangerous, especially when you try to control it. I have since learned to only control the things happening around my characters, they can react however they want but they can’t come after me for controlling them if I am no longer doing so. That would be like rebelling at God for creating a storm. Nope, I am the goddess of the place in my books, not the characters anymore (I learned my lesson on that one).
I now see several people staring at me as if I am insane... well... maybe I am. Maybe insanity is an essential part of writing fiction. If it is, I accept it warmly because that is exactly what I do. I don’t write poetry, I don’t write simple little stories with happy little endings to keep the kiddies entertained, I don’t write according to some strict structure of story, no, I take control. I write stories that are my own. I write scripts, screenplays, but most of all, I write books. I create worlds that become so real, it can be scary. Of course, it takes a lot of time and a lot of energy but hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day and it took God six days to create this world. I am not as efficient as that, but what I do best is fiction and I am sticking to it.

Literature

I am, as you have probably guessed, a writer. I won't be posting all of my material on here as I would like to publish it too. Only select chapters and some short stories will be posted. I will also post random little things I feel like writing to get feed back. Enjoy!

Cheers!