My name is Issac

I wrote this poem right after my grandmother, a nurse in Texas, finished telling me the saddest tale.

She had been working one night when a young child was brought to them with an awful water burn across it's chest. This was no fresh burn. The burn appeared to have been on the child for a couple of days. Not only that, the scar on the child's chest was so defined that it seemed like the water was tossed purposely against the child.

The story seems to play out that a father brought in a badly burned baby- claiming that his mother had brought the baby to him in that condition the day before.

The day before?

Why did that father wait?

Why didn’t the mother react?

Child Abuse.
It happens every day.

This child ended up dying. I changed the name of the boy out of respect.

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Issac



My name is Isaac.
I am 18 months old.
I have a story to tell.
It’s a story that must be told.

Last week my mother loved me.
This week I’m not too sure.
Today my skin is burning.
And I doubt that there is a cure.

My mom just laughed it off,
Said it was “No big deal.”
And now my skin is burning.
And I doubt that it will heal.

Today my eyes are wet.
They are filled with my child tears
Because my skin is burning.
The worst of all my fears.

Now I’m with my Daddy.
Mom could not look at me no more.
Because my ugly skin is burning
I’ve been labeled as a chore.

I’m confused and I’m alone.
Why does no one care
That my skin is burning.
A fake smile I must wear.

Tomorrow comes so slowly.
Will this burning ever end?
Because my skin is flaming,
My limbs pain to bend.

Now my Daddy is angry,
I’m causing him too much stress.
Because my skin is burning
He is taking me in for a test.

The car seat rubs my skin
Causing me awful pain.
Because my skin is burning.
Dad can not hear my cries for I’m quieter then Cocaine.

I don’t remember much now
Because the nurse’s hand is kind.
My skin is no longer burning.
I’m about to leave this world behind.

Daddy is in jail now
And Mommy followed too.
Because my skin was burning
And there was nothing they wanted to do.

Jesus comes from behind me wipes away my tears.
I’m no longer sad ,because in this world, there is no fear.
And now my parents are both learning
That they shouldn't have left my tender skin burning.

Fanciful is a fun, fantastic word for my fearsome fairytale!

Have you ever had a time in your writing life when a word just pops into your mind? Needless to say, I have experienced such a moment!

Fanciful.

Spectacular word, is it not?!

The meaning that my computer dictionary gives for this tasteful sounding word is as follows:

1. imaginary: based on imagination or dreams
2. imaginative and impractical: led by imagination rather than realism and practicality
3. curiously made: strangely and imaginatively designed or made

Fanciful... Oh, yes. I do believe this word will become a favorite of mine.

Current Music: Letters from the Sky -Civil Twilight

Contest

My favorite author, Maggie Stiefvater, is having a contest for the newest and last installment of her Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy. And I would like to enter it! I know it has been a while since I last blogged, but I promise that I will write some more later!

I will post links to all three of the trailers to show you how amazing they are. When it comes time for me to have a book trailer, I hope they turn out just as wonderful. By the way, Maggie composed the music and created the trailers! Such talent!

Here is the first one!



And the second one!



And lastly, the third trailer!



If you would like to preorder Forever, or any other Maggie related novels, go to http://www.fountainbookstore.com/autograph-maggie.

Found Inspiration in Stonehedge

Wow! It's crazy where one finds inspiration! After briefly discussing with my mom a plot I've been thinking about, she offered some great advice and ideas to push the story into motion. Her idea lead me to researching Stonehenge as one of the settings for my novel! Reading about Stonehenge lead to other ideas and BOOM!!! My novel takes off like a rocket.

And I'm excited to say that I have decided on a plot to write on! Too many nights have been spent in trying to decide on which plot to choose; and, now that it has been chosen, I feel much at ease.

For certain reasons, I will not be able to mention my plot line until it is mostly written. (Wouldn't want my ideas taken or anything!) I will say this, however, that my novel will be completely unique. I highly doubt anyone has read anything similar to it.

That's all for today! Time to get some chores done and write out a few character profiles for my story.

Ciao!

On a side note:
How do all these authors have awesome similes and quotes? Comments? How do you come up with quote worthy expressions?

Let's Get Crack-a-lakin!

My past few months have been nothing but spoken dreams and endless hours spent in procrastination. Well, NO MORE! A dream will stay nothing more than a dream unless I act upon my ideas. What are my ideas, you ask?

Everything.

That is basically the sum of my ideas. Here is all I know: I want to be a novelist. I want to get my twisted plots and lovable characters onto paper and into the hands of young adults craving a mysterious and halfway believable story.

As of tonight, I plan on pushing away all the excuses that cloud my brain. Here are the excuses I seem to create for myself.

1) My laptop sucks. I want an apple computer.
2) It's too noisy where I'm at.
3) My grammar is not the greatest... who would want to read my gibberish?
4) Too tired.
5) Out of plot ideas.
6) I'd rather hang out or watch TV.

The list could go on and on; but, it is time that these excuses come to a halt. Here are some answers to those problems.

1) I'm currently a server at Red Robin. Time to save those tips!!!
2) Headphones, baby. How else do authors find musical inspiration for their novels?
3) Perhaps I shall read through the dictionary?
4) Energy Drinks. Boo-yah.
5) Expand my knowledge to gain more ideas.
6) Get over it.

Writing should be something I enjoy, not just a chore. So I'm going to get back into the groove of what I love and will put my best efforts into the fun at hand! Tomorrow, I will write some more!

Peace out!

On a side note, I'm also going to be teaching myself to play guitar. Wish me luck!