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Open Question: ugh, why cant I finish my book? help?

January 4th, 2009 | by admin | Open Question: Congenital Heart Disease, molecular causes?
I’ve been researching this disease, and can’t figure out what the root cause is. For example, I know that the transcription factor GATA4 has to do with this, but in what signaling pathway?
Is the Notch signaling pathway a cause too? If it is, what is the mutation?
Most science articles online say very few info, and I have to subscribe to some sites. Any help would be great!

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 21:32:25 GMT
Open Question: ugh, why cant I finish my book? help?
ok so i’m writing a book on a dream I had - a very weird dream!
and I havent even gotten to the main plot. Do you think my heart just isn’t into it?
I’m writing 2 other books -and those are going great! It’s not like I dont have time..
Suggestions?
heres my story:
I want to believe all is peaceful on The Lilly. That nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong, at least that you can see above the black waters. But something is wrong below. I know there is. I have heard the captain talking about it. I have even heard the murmurs going about that we are in danger. But I wonder why? What could possibly be wrong?
“Vivienne, are you in there?” My friend, Charolette asks through the bathroom door.
“Yeah, I’m just washing my hands. I’ll be out in a minute.” I reply.
“Oh, Ok. We’re all going to the deck - Captain Lewis has something to tell us.”
I knew it. Something is wrong. “Ok, coming.” I dry my hands and open the door.
Charolette has to step back to make room for us to both stand in the crowded quarters of the ship.
We hurry down the hall to the stairs. When we get to the stairs we have to bend down to make
sure we dont hit our head going down. My back aches, from doing this day after day. The stairs
are low and close together. We walk down two flights, in this uncomportable crouch.
When we get to deck, there are many people standing there. Looking out into the
waters.
Watching.
I wonder what they are watching, so I grab Charolettes’ hand and pull her to the rail.
There, in the water, are at least a dozen killer whales. They are close together in the pod, and
makes the water splashy because of all the movement. Because of the movent in the water, our
ship rocks back and fourth. But it’s not the orca’s who are troubling us, it’s the ship behind them.
The War Ship.
When I went to school, we learned about ships like those. They were loaded with
men who want to kill, and all the supplies they need - to make those kills.
I stand in shocked silence as a missle comes from the war boat, and strikes an orca.
“Why are they killing the orcas?” Charolette questions.
Right when Charolette is done talking, as if on cue, I hear women screaming. They
are so close - I know that they are on our ship.
What if Charolette is right? What if they are truly after us? I try to think fast. I try to think
loud. I try to think logically. So I grab Charolettes’ arm and pull her back to the stairs.
She must be onto my idea because we are both racing up the stairs. Racing, to save our lives.
I KNOW THE SPACING IS WEIRD! ITS JUST THE WAY IT COPPIED OUT OF MY DOCUMENT! IN MY DOCUMENT, ITS IN NICE PARAGRAPHS!
SO WHY CANT I FINISH IT? I KNOW WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT.. DO I NEED MOTIVATION?
XOX,
BRIANNANANANNA
thanks
i think i will leave it alone for a while
im 13, so.. i know i can get somethingother to do. i hope i just dont forget the dream - it was such a good one.
thanks for all the nice comments.
until I write again,
Brianna.
(lol, the 13 year old)