About Summer Vacation: No Internet, No Cell Phones, Huge Problem:
School is out and summer vacation is finally here. But a construction mishap has left the homes on Lodgepole Lane without internet or phone service, and the repairs will take three months to fix–the entire summer!
Sheer boredom drives three of the younger residents–Cece, Sophie, and Daniel–into the nearby woods where they stumble upon a gruff looking boy named Harry. He offers to help his new friends fix this internet problem themselves, and this determination leads the three kids to do things they never considered before. Soon enough they’re riding bikes, going to the library, fishing, building camp fires, and all other sorts of adventures.
It seems the rest of the summer will pass like this. That is until Harry spots a man burying something in the woods. Something that looks like a human body. Suddenly all four youths find themselves in danger, and they must use these newly acquired outdoor-skills to not only save their own lives, but to bring this criminal to justice.
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The furious scratch of pen to paper. Few sounds are as pleasant to a writer’s ear. The thoughts that compel this action—those ethereal words—ever pool about the mind, whispering, nudging, sometimes even shouting. The urge to write can be restrained for a time. The obligations of life, especially, are a convenient recourse for abeyance. Yet the words keep accumulating, growing, coalescing into paragraph after paragraph of dialogue and prose, straining at the capacities of memory. Finally, they must be released. Thus pours out a deluge of consciousness. Edicts of grammar are obliterated. Penmanship cast aside as flotsam. The once white paper is now stained in scribbles of ink, scribbles that will become tragedies, comedies, badinage, poetic meanderings. New worlds explored, old worlds made new. Thoughts to ponder and thoughts to scoff. But all of it, every single character and setting and conversation is now real, embossed upon the reader’s mind.
Are the resulting stories worthy of an audience? An author rarely knows. Only this is certain. The words are again gathering.
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