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I love these terms.  They appear most frequently in the writing world when referring to “how” you approach your manuscript.  Do you plot everything with outlines, synopses, character spreadsheets, colorful tabs in a binder or in a computer program?  Or do you just open a text window and write by the seat of your pants, letting the words tumble out as they may and THEN go back and edit?

I was thinking about these terms in relation to, well, life.  And it got me thinking about what aspects of my life are plotted and which are by the seat of my pants.  When it comes to my writing, I’m a pantser.  Oh, definitely.  My current manuscript is very Pollack-esque at the moment…

When it comes to mothering, I’m a combination of both.  Olivia depends on a certain amount of routine but it can and does vary depending on her mood, when she wakes up, how she slept/naps/etc.

When it comes to being a wife, I’m a pantser.  I go with it as much as I can.  I try to, at least.  I definitely could use some work in that arena.

When it comes to me…maybe both?  I lot of times I feel like I try to plot but end up getting ripped along with the current of the day to day.  I think I’m forcibly a pantser there.

What about you?  As a wife, husband, parent, writer/gardener/crafter/<insert hobby here>?  Are you a pantser or a plotter?  Do you want to be one or the other?  Would you prefer to be the opposite of what you are?

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Okay, we all know it’s there.  The healthy section.  In some grocery stores, it can take up an entire corner or several aisles or a whole wall.  Others (squints sideways at my local grocery store) have a pathetic little nook stuffed to one dark side of the produce arranged in such a manner that you would completely miss it if you weren’t actually looking for it.

Therein lies my issue – HAVING TO LOOK FOR IT.

Why on earth should I have to LOOK for the healthy food?  For my gluten-free foods?  For my organic pantry goods?  For healthier snacks for my daughter?  For healthier quick meals for my husband while he’s working?

The healthy section of the grocery store bothers me because I really honestly believe that not only should there be a wide selection of brands available – Udi’s, Amy’s, Annie’s, Scharr, etc. etc. – but they should just simply be with all the other food.  Why does my delicious Scharr gluten-free pasta need to be segregated from the Barilla?  Why do my organic canned tomatoes need to be ostracized to the other end of the store from their Hunt’s brethren?  Why can’t all our granola bars, power bars, protein bars, Luna bars, Cliff bars and the like live in harmony on the fruit snacks and cereal aisle?

I really believe stores might actually sell more of these items (and at higher prices! more profits! winning all around!) if they just put them on the regular old aisles along with everything else.  People perusing chicken stock or cereal or box mixes or chips could purse their lips and wonder at this interesting new packaging here and, “ooo, this here looks very tasty!  Never mind that it’s $4 more than what I normally buy.  It’s healthy!”

People like options.  People want to eat healthier – or, at least, give off the appearance of doing so.  Put the damn food together so they can make fully informed decisions.  I mean, really, WHY would you separate all the chips into two completely different ends of the store?

It makes no sense.  None.

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we are young. early to mid teens?

we are walking along a hallway in a school.  there are posters everywhere as advertisements for the school, but all the children in the posters are without expression, almost sad or angry.  upon going into one of the classrooms, we hear that several of the children were kidnapped and aren’t being assimilated well into what the teachers are teaching.  they’ve been told the world suffered an apocalypse and they are the last remaining children. there is nothing but clouds and wind in the sky.  rocks and dirt everywhere we can see.  off in the distance there might be water but it is far away and the smoke in the air obscures our vision.  we all wear grey or black.

me and a boy who sees visions become friends.  he tells me that i will fall in love with him.  i wrap my arms around him and lay my cheek on his back and ask him if that means that he loves me. he simply whispers yes.

a boy in a class runs away to the perimeter fence. he is caught by a guard, a huge man, and thrown bodily against the barbed wire. out of nowhere a giant with a huge club appears and pummels the boy’s body, killing him instantly. we are told never to attempt escape.  i stand and stare at the flattened, mangled body until the boy takes my hand and leads me away.

me and the boy and our friends are out at night. we stray too far to the perimeter fence and are chased by a lesser giant.  it yells at us as we run back to the compound, weaving through boxcars. a horse is there.  i think i hear it speak but we are running too fast and are too terrified.  we make it back when a teacher spots us. he distracts a door guard while we slip back in through a grate behind some boxes.  the door guard has a silky voice that reminds me of a snake. i resist the urge to peek at him and, instead, dive headfirst into the tunnel to get back to our dormitory.

we decide to escape. we realize that this place is a sham. the world was not destroyed.  we need to get back to our parents.  we gather a group of six children, find guns.

the teacher who helped us is there. he laughs and thanks us for bringing one of the lesser giants back to the compound as only one of them can open the huge gates to the inner core.  he releases the giant to attack us and we battle it in a large warehouse filled with stacks of lumber and pipes.  we bring him down and ask him how to get past the perimeter giants. he says they get stupid in the sun and with us needing to escape at night that will be impossible. he laughs at us. the boy who sees visions shoots him in the head and takes my hand and we run towards the perimeter fence.

then i woke up.

© Tristina Wright 2011. Please don’t steal this for your own writing or stories. Karma is a bitch, man.

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