Mix 7 - the colored ice cream [choice dreamer colet]

Daisy Colet never asked for anything.

Remnants 9 - I have issues

So a couple minutes ago I read this post on Wesley's blog and it made me reflect a little on something I've reflected on increasingly in recent times.

That aforementioned something is my ability to set my priorities straight, or lack thereof. Or maybe it's my general laziness. Or my selective dedication/determination/willingness to exert myself. Or m...

Whatever that something is, I'll be describing it in this post, so allow me to introduce you to one of its little quirks that I think really helps define it.

New Challenger Approaching: INGREDIENTS 1 - SAGASHIMONO

Made a joint decision with inx to create a new kind of post.

• Ingredients - Small explanations on what kinds of things went into the making of a MIX. They will be sort of similar to REMNANTS, only they'll be focused solely on what inspired a certain MIX. There may be spoilers, but hopefully I can make those available upon button-click.

Anyway, as I said in REMNANTS 1, MIX 2 was originally written to go with the prompt "looking for something lost." The first thing I thought of when I heard that prompt was a very short girl wearing a large coat and a backpack with tiny wings, running around a city in the afternoon, holding a paper bag filled with red-bean-paste-filled pastries that she accidentally didn't pay for, and attacking hugging childhood friends that she hasn't seen in seven years.

Mix 2 - SAGASHIMONO [oh, i am a s-song?]

She understood there was something she was supposed to look for, but that was as far as her knowledge stretched. For a while now, she had been sitting in that dark, metallic box, trying to think of what she could possibly need to search for. Was it something worth money? Did it hold some kind of priceless sentimental value? Was it even tangible? She knew not the answers to these questions. She could not know the answers to these questions; she simply did not have any means to find them from within that box. Thus she was forced to leave the box.

Introduction & Mix 1 - 4635 [rove the fires u fix]

So I'm not totally sure how this blog is going to turn out, since 1) I've never kept a blog before, 2) I hardly ever read blogs because I absolutely HATE reading stuff from those people who try to have perfect spelling and grammar, then end up with ONE little mistake that completely ruins it (ask people who know me, they know), and 3) I generally don't write much, especially fiction. Hopefully the things that end up on this blog are worth reading. And with that, a little explanation of what will end up on this blog.

• MIX - Basically if I find something interesting about life, I'll make a statement about it, and then scramble the letters into a different statement upon which I write a story. As you'll see later in this post, these are almost certain to end up really weird, but that's okay (probably).
• REMNANTS - These posts will contain reflections and revelations about my writing and my life. They'll probably hold a little more meaning and relevance than the Mixes.

I look forward to mixing up life in the blender, and hopefully you'll stick around to pick up the remnants. And now for the first Mix - 4635 [rove the fires you fix] . . .