The Social Porcupine

I went on an indefinite road trip mid September, my main destination: Vermont . After packing up camp and taking a quick detour to New Hampshire, I drove to some friends' farm in New York.  "I'm thinking about going to the city," I'd told them.  "Well, you can't go without us ," they told me.  "Fine. But I have things I want to do. You don't have to do them with me, but I will be doing them." "Alright."  And so the three of us girls, barely knowing each other in real life, drove for the city, their boyfriends freaking. "We're not sure you should be traveling with this crazy girl. We heard she doesn't wear shoes or a seatbelt."  "Don't worry. She's not so crazy in real life."   We didn't want to drive into the city tired, so I pulled off at a rest stop about forty-five minutes outside of the city. We piled all of our luggage on the front seats then stretched out side-by-side in the back o...

I stumbled across this awesome blog recently - and I decided to join in on a movement of the author's. /It's called Rebellious Writing  / And, no, this isn't some bratty, stupid, immature, dramatic , pleasure, hateful link-up. This is about writing good fiction. Just check out some of the posts: Join the Rebellion: The fight against dirty YA Writing  Objectification  What we write matters. Just like what we do or say matters. Words are huge, people. Whether we speak or read them, they impact EVERYONE. And that is why I am calling out all writers and readers. What are you writing? Are you filling a need, or spilling words to please and bring money? What are you reading? Are you causing your mind to grow or destroy? Words matter. And anyone who says otherwise is lying. (That hurt? Well, those were simply words I wrote. Point.) Fiction is ideas and beliefs hidden behind art.  Fiction influences {brainwashes}. People, what a...