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The Importance of Fiction in our Lives When we immerse ourselves in a good book, we often find that we come away changed. Whether it's a new perspective on life, or a newfound appreciation for our own world, fiction and fantasy have a way of impacting us deeply. In this post, I want to explore the ways in which fiction and fantasy can change our lives for the better. I sent this quote written on a birthday card to my son just before he moved into our home as a foster placement. I understood that he grew up in the system and was essentially raised by DHS and a myriad of foster homes and children’s homes. My son was alone in the world for most of his life. And yet, he still clung desperately to the hope that he would one day find a family. Part of what kept him going, he said, was his love of reading. And so one of the ways I have been able to reach out and encourage him is through the lens of fiction and to help him understand that even the “dragons” of his life can be defeated and

    Journal Entry 657 It's strange how much I'm looking forward to going to work these days. I'm on a mission to find Black Bird Unit ZY98. He has information about Jack Maltus, the man who was cloned to create me and all the other Jacks. I need to know if I'm just one of many copies or if there's something unique about me. I need to discover my true identity. I hope to find the Bird who spoke to me at the party and see if he's willing to share what he knows about Maltus. Finally home. What a day it's been. I anxiously waited for my shift to end. As soon as it was over, I hurried towards G7, where I hoped to find Black Bird ZX98. The scent of freshly made soap wafted towards me even before I reached their door. I spotted Black Bird ZX98 walking along the path between our buildings, heading home. His copper hair gleamed like a newly minted bronze coin in the sunlight. "Excuse me," I called out. "Do you have a moment to talk?" He nodded and

  Journal Entry 656 I stumbled out of bed this morning, skipping my usual routine. Last night's drinking had left my head spinning, but I had an urgent mission—to find Black Bird ZY98. I walked the familiar path, the grass worn down by countless factory workers' footsteps. The looming factory emerged before me, belching smoke and emitting a foul stench. If only I could escape this job, but we were all trapped without a choice. Just as I reached the entrance, Jack Unit 305 walked out. "Hey, 382," he greeted me. "United are we." "Hello, 305. United are we." "382, it's not time for your shift yet. Is something wrong?" "All is fine," I replied, not revealing my true intent. "I met a Black Bird Unit at the celebration yesterday, and we were having an intriguing conversation before we got interrupted. I wanted to find him and ask some questions." "You're looking for a Black Bird?" 305's eyes widened wit

    Journal Entry 654 It has been 654 days since the treaty granting our freedom was signed, coinciding with the start of a new year on Raven 5. Some of the Jacks seem excited because the day number is in reverse sequence, making it New Year's Day. Although I don't see the significance, I don't want to diminish the small joys my fellow Jacks find in life. To observe the holiday, all factory workers, including the Jacks and the Black Birds, have been given the day off. We are obligated to attend a joint celebration this afternoon, with the consequence of losing a month's pay for refusal. Given the economic restrictions on this planet, that would be devastating. Plus, the promise of free booze serves as a decent incentive to endure the awkwardness of this gathering. During the war, the Black Birds and the Jacks were enemies, but now, we are expected to get along as if the conflict never happened. Yet, I can't help but feel a lingering hostility towards the Birds for t

  Guys!! I have an announcement to make. I published my first novel! I mean, just look at how beautiful that cover turned out. I am really happy with it. I love the colors, especially the little bit of purple around the edge of the planet. It really catches the eye. Here's the description on the back: The peaceful planet of Sylphar has a few political challenges to overcome, but nothing that its new young ruler, Ariadne Sterling, can't handle. But then one day a strange distant world called Lyke sends a message to the Sylphs offering to open up trade between them. But the Lykens are not interested in trade, they want to capture Ariadne to learn a secret her grandfather has hidden from her all her life. She knows she was born different than all her people with special mental abilities no other Sylph has. What she doesn't know is that she was genetically engineered. There's been a conspiracy going on all along, and she has become a pawn in everyone's game.

    Last night, I drank this liquor thing called a BuzzBallz. The weird round shape is what first caught my attention while shopping at the grocery store.  It sort of reminded me of the “thermal detonator” Diet Coke bottle I got at Disney. And if you know me, you’d know I’m a bit of a sucker for novelty. So when I found this little thing, I sort of shrugged and thought, “Why not? I’ll give it a try.” And ended up liking it except it made me sick. Lol. By itself, it was really too strong. It said 15% alcohol, which is way stronger than what I’m used to. But it was delicious. So I googled around online about it out of curiosity. Some people like to drink it by itself while others mix it into something. That sounded interesting, and I found out this chocolate-flavored one I picked up paired well with coffee. Hmm, sounded good! I made myself a decaf ice coffee last night and poured my hard drink into it, and gave it a taste. Now that was good! Very good! And it was a lot better when i

 Continuing on with our MBTI family interaction stories, I’ve got a great one to tell you about that happened a couple days ago between me (INFJ Mom) and my son (INTP 16). So there I was loading the dishwasher when my son rushes into the kitchen and says, “Mom! You gotta come, quick!” But I could tell nothing was serious, his tone was playful. He grabbed me by the shoulders and started marching me out of the kitchen like a prisoner, lol. INFJ Mom: Where are we going? INTP 16: To the deepest circle of hell. INFJ Mom (pretending to be scared): Y-y-you mean… *gulp*, YOUR room? INTP 16: Yes, my evil lair. Mwahahaha! INFJ Mom: No! Not that! Anything but that! INTP 16 (in a suddenly cheerful voice): Really? Anything? INFJ Mom: Haha…. no INTP 16: *shrugs* Can’t blame a guy for trying. INFJ Mom: So what do you need? INTP 16: That place sent me, like, this online job interview thing. I know how I want to answer the questions, but it won’t let me continue unless I have a word count of at least 1