Andrea N. Carr's Blog, page 21
January 9, 2015
… would you describe it?
Why is your story different, would you describe your story?��
���I don���t know why it���s different except, there is only one me.��� Starts intense with the tragedy because, I didn���t want to build to a predictable ending���������I hate that. The book isn���t about that anyway, but it fuels the storyline. The far from tragic jail cell beginning, helped set in motion circumstances snowballing, very quickly.
Just when Angel thinks she knows, what she is facing a bomb drops on her, if being in a cell isn���t stressful enough but not tragic. She needs to get out, her son needs her now, I mean really needs her and being at the mercy of others to comply terrible, to think about. They let her out of jail for four days to take care of him and attend a funeral because she didn���t really do anything serious and it���s an emergency.
The title is somewhat, misleading yet, very appropriate at the same time. ���I created an unusual type of ���family drama��� though, it reeks of that, also.��� It isn’t the average��cast of characters but, mixed with the average ones. An array of emotions through her transformation���������laugh, cry. Yet, subtle and poetic with it���s delivery.
I played around some, with the names ���Angel��� is the main character who is narrating and nowhere near being angelic. ���Jesus��� and ���Mary��� are married to each other. Jesus is Latin, the husband of Angel���s best friend. Some names have a symbolic meaning reflecting the importance they hold for her.
It���s sort of like ���Pulp Fiction��� meets the ���Color Purple��� (laughs) and a very, realistic read. ���But different, when I think about it.��� Exactly, the way a child from Alice and Quentin would turn out but, Alice would��have the dominant genes here. (laughs, again) The reason I say that is because, the circumstances are over the top. The hits just keep on coming, so to speak, to the end.
���Read it, that is best because, I get rid of the feelings I had when I write things. I don���t remember my poems or anything.��� ���I���m done with them at the end purged from, the purpose they served.���
I want my writing to do the same for anyone who reads it. Remembering, I tried to help people, what I want.
Filed under: On becoming a writer.
January 8, 2015
January 7, 2015
January 6, 2015
“The attention deficit experiment”
By Andrea N Carr – Fiction
It was meant to enhance the brain’s function, a drug given as a vitamin supplement to unknowing and unsuspecting pregnant women, picked at random. Though it was effective and did what was intended. It worked to improve the intelligence of these babies, but because it does not appear normal or smarter in most cases until recognized for what it is often misdiagnosed as mental illness such as Manic Depressive or Bipolar Affective Disorder. Due to the scattered thoughts associated with it sometimes hyper activity and the difficulties experienced when trying to convey or express such rapid thoughts to others.
Not even the test subjects (mother’s of ADD OR ADHD children) given the supplements had any less difficulty relating to the behavior of their children. Unfortunately, or not they out think and don’t hear instructions, like others. Needing tasks broken into steps for their compliance. Over awareness, makes for being easily overwhelmed with thoughts in a constant state of distractedness, ��hearing everything said and then some; hard to process commands as a result.
The problem is the heightened or enhanced neuron synapse functions in the brain become scattered thoughts over stimulated neuron firing that is needing to process something usually, in the form of intrusive thoughts but will pick up anything such as ��movement or color – daydreaming.
Functioning too fast for absorption cognitively, through the rapid influx of information, a photographic memory develops remembering the answer to a math problem years later or old phone numbers. From any source in a reasonable proximity such as, nearby conversations or a TV set too loud has some stored content in such heightened awareness brains.
Remembering commercials verbatim or knowing what others were talking about is not uncommon. Unknowingly, to the subjects themselves whom are being affected at the time, it is estimated to be a high 75% of the 1000 studied with unknown memories. Of that 1000 studied, 100% have demonstrated total recall or super awareness memories from unknown origins.
Harnessing super brains as these, can be challenging to say the least. It was originally thought, these children would outgrow the effects of these drugs. Given to their mothers during their gestation period. We were wrong, they not only, did not outgrow it’s effects they passed it on to their children.
Also in many cases professional therapeutic interventions helped with medication for such hyper thoughts and activities. Side effects from the medication stunted growth and had abuse potential. However, no cure is known, debates continue if one is actually needed. The contributions made to society by these individuals have far outweighed the side effects.
A matter of opinion, I guess. The use of drug X has not been used in over 60 years. But the effects are still seen lingering today.
Filed under: On becoming a writer.
December 30, 2014
“I���m Not Crazy, I’m Ed.”
A little internet – flash fiction. I wanted to publish another story, not like my novel lol! I’m good on that for awhile. So, here you go.
���I see the facial expression of my profile picture change.��� He said to his Psychiatrist. ���It���s like
the singing frog in the old cartoon, whenever I try to show anyone else that it changes.��� Ed
watched for recognition on her face. ���You know, like when the guy in the cartoon tried to
prove to his friends the frog really can sing. But the frog does nothing in front of anyone else
and only performs for him.���
He shifted in the chair on the other side of the desk in her office. ���I���m not sure, if I���m
hallucinating again or not because it���s so real.��� He paused. ���You are sure I���m not part of
some experiment you���re involved in to gather research?��� Ed looked Maggie Croft directly in
her bright blue eyes, leaning closer to hear her answer ��� barely managing to remain seated.
She���s not intimidated by me, he thought. She should be. He could wipe the smug look
off her face in an instant ��� but he didn���t.
“I’m not crazy, Mag.” You aren’t as smart as you think you are. ���The only thing is it���s
not necessarily provable.��� He considered her involvement in the information gathering and
what was happening with his profile picture; are they connected somehow?
���Who knows when my profile picture might want to smile; it can���t be predicted.��� He
said, as if it was a brilliant explanation for his thoughts about lacking the proof for his sanity.
Ed crossed his legs, bouncing his right foot rapidly while it was hanging over his left knee.
���You know, I believe things have energy and computers are no exception; they are
being taught to think. Those CAPTCHA codes for example, which stands for Catch A Lot of
People, Take Child Hostages Also. We���re told to enter our answer to the cryptogram for
security reasons ��� all a lie. They���re being taught to think.���
���Who is being taught ��� us?���
���Our computers, who else? Are you listening?��� He scolded. “I just told you.”
���How so?��� The doctor replied, taking rapid notes and not looking up when speaking to
him.
���Well, it���s given to us to read, scrambled purposely, so we have to figure it out. That
way, we help teach computers to think – with the interpreted answer we provide into the
space.��� He paused but she still didn���t look at him.
���Don���t you see? Our interpreting for our computers is a brilliantly devised plan to
replace us. Why else would it be scrambled? No other reasons than they need to know how
to help get rid of us and think like a human.��� The pen scratched across Maggie���s page. Ed
drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair in time to his bouncing foot.
���With technology being so advanced now, who knows what can be done with all the
gathered information. Like the replicator in the old Star Trek series on TV ��� we can do that
now.��� He paused to see if she would react. ���You must realize this is Nanotechnology,
Maggie. What we are told is nothing compared to the secret���s our Government hides, all from
what we can access. They can���t go giving the general public any control over their secrets;
there���s no common use until the officials have better, more advanced information.���
���Um hmm,��� she said, looking at him briefly over the top of her reading glasses. He was
starting to think his doctor wasn���t so smart after, all. Then she asked, ���How can this happen
then?���
���I think someone may have made a mistake and lines got crossed.��� Ed said,
Interrupting her. How did she ever get to be a doctor being so stupid? ���Lines cross, you
know.���
���Are you saying your profile picture���s changing facial expression is a crossed line?���
���I am saying, I don���t know what it is but at least help me identify the possibility of it
happening. What else can I be paying you for it’s not to convince me, I���m crazy.”
Filed under: On becoming a writer.
December 28, 2014
December 27, 2014
Medium
via Andrea N. Carr ��� Medium.
The Parting, by Andrea N. Carr http://t.co/d3RIhCDQVb via @thousandonest
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December 26, 2014
“Angie-ism’s” – What I say, according to a friend named, Lisa Felix.
Everyday is your birthday, xmas and every other holiday!
I was almost afraid of ��what, Lisa was going to say. I thought about the time, Mom said. “Some things are, best left, unsaid” “Like what” I said, pondering. Lol!! What touched me and why I’m sharing this is because, Lisa said, “You always, make me feel what I think matters.” I am happy she recognizes the sincerity, of my friendship.
Anyway, some of this sounds just like me, admittedly.��I was smiling, snickering actually, amused she made a list and calls it “Angie- ism’s.” ��There is something, honoring about it in a way. “I must sound like a broken record – add that to your list.” I told, Miss Lisa. Then, we laughed together. All my friends btw, ��call me ��“Angie.” (Angie-ism’s)
“Don’t trip.”
“Set the vibe right.”
“Never say can’t, to me.”
“I can put up with your crap, with the overall feeling you try to help me.” “That means you are a friend, in my eyes.”
“How can we be exceptional thinking, ��mediocre.”
“We don’t have much in common with the general public, they stare at us.”
“When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.”
“What are you going through.”
“…and there you go.”
“Call me when you done with that mistake,” ” You have not listened to a word, I’ve said.”
“Because, you have started making sense, doesn’t mean don’t listen.”
“Live by the vibes, you create.”
“Don’t follow��rules you didn’t make.”
“I can’t be bothered a second longer, with that.”
“Contemplate yourself surrounded by the conditions, you wish to produce.”
“I could just, throw up in your mouth.”
“Be willing to accept the consequences of your actions, including mistakes.”
“Nothing wrong with being played as the fool, you was in school.”
“Be a hustler, don’t hustle people.”
“Make me proud, baby girl.”
“I hate the living.”
“Keep negative energy away from me.”
“My psychic friends must be kicking in, I’m on a roll.”
“If I die first, you are gonna have some problems on earth.” “When, I’m finished talking to God, you gone need to do more than pray for forgiveness – that’s too easy.”
“Do some God-like sh_t, okay.”
“I’m straight I think, when I die.” “Death creates no fear in fact I kinda, look forward to it”
“I think God is gonna say, ‘Psych’ when we die.”
“When you are feeling overwhelmed do, something nice, for someone else.” “Watch, what happens to how you’re feeling.”
“If you are broke, give someone money.” “Or share something you value,”
“Get outside of yourself sometimes, help someone get to know you.”
“Taking breaks, from it, is an important part of staying focused.”
“Make a mistake.”
“Then, what happens?”
“Who’s idea was this, it sounded like a perfectly good one at the time, didn’t it.”
“My hair looks like cats have been sucking on the ends of it.”
“Its only true if you, believe it.”
“I’d hate to look up, see that sweating over the top of me.”
“Only people who care about you, care about you.”
“If you say one more time it’s your life, what you do isn’t hurting anyone else.” “Imma slap the sh_t out of you.” “What you do affects me also, I’m your friend.” “So you are gonna listen till I’m done talking, then do what you want like it or not, okay thank you.”
“Let’s be clear.”
Filed under: On becoming a writer.
