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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Tired of Winter





                                               

IF winter was always this pretty, I probably wouldn't mind it as much. But, truth to tell, by the end of January and into February, it isn't this pretty. It is lumpy, grumpy and brown. Maybe I am the one is lumpy and grumpy, but the snow is no longer white and fluffy. It is dirty and cold.

Where I live now we don't get that much snow, but we do have bare trees and brown ground, so you get bored.

Maybe that is why we all love Valentine's Day so much. It is bright and cheerful with all the red hearts and candy boxes. Not to mention the flowers.

Here is to more flowers, more sunshine and less snow.

One month and three days it will be spring. That's what the calendar says, anyway.

Have a great month. It will be gone before we know it. Honestly. Really.
                                     

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Getting Older





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I titled this getting older rather than being old. I have discovered that there are no how-tos for getting older. No ideas on how best to do it.
I have seen no 10 reasons to grow older. Or how do I look like a teen-ager when I am an octogenarian. Of course, why would I want to?
When you are young, under 50, you really don't give much thought to YOU getting old. You are planning for retirement, getting the kids through school and just plain getting through the day.

In our teen years we cannot wait to get to the magic numbers: 16 and 21. First you get your license and then you lose your license, or have the ability to lose them. After that, you are just an adult and are expected to act like one.
And how is that exactly?
Take responsibility for your actions, for one thing.
Okay. That's done.
Get a job, preferably as good one. Find a mate, maybe have children.
And along the way have some fun.
Done.
I am now 50. What is left to do? Grow old? Stagnate? Travel the world?

What is there left to do. Enrich your knowledge, figure out how your life is going, where you want it to go. Oh, yeah, these things do not just figure themselves out. It feels just like being in high school some days.

Some days you feel like there are no right ways to do this. The answer is there are no right ways. Just your way.
 If you are lucky you find people of like mind and you have some fun, see some interesting things and find that growing older is not so bad.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Ten Things to be Grateful For

It seems this time of year always brings out all the things to be grateful for.

So, I decided to find 10 things to be grateful for.
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1. SPELL-CHECK. It keeps me from spelling grateful as "greatful".
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2. SUNNY WEATHER. It won't be long before the winter clouds gather.
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3. CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS. Everything looks so pretty and shiny.
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4. SMILES.Sometimes they are hard to come by in this busy season, but when they show up.                                  fabulous.
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5. CANDY. Candy is always a treat, but Christmas brings out the best: fudge, peanut butter balls, and                     candy canes. Did I mention chocolate covered cherries? No? Well, now I have.

I decided to keep this short, so you will have to read it twice to get my 10 things I am grateful for. I know there could be more: Jesus, the reason, family and friends, and love.  But all of those things are here.

Here is to a blessed Christmas and lots of candy. You can diet after the first of the year





Friday, July 17, 2015

Why do you Write?

I have rarely waited for the muse to strike. I try to just write. It usually happens that I don't feel like it. I want to play. I want to run. I want to run for the hills and forget this dang writing thing. Then...
I can't resist any longer. I have to write something even if it is only...

                             Image result for listsand it doesn't even have to be a grocery list.

 It may be a list of reasons not to write. And number one on that list is: I don't feel like it.
. Well, I clean toilets when I don't feel like it, because it has to be done. So, I do it. It could get ugly in the house if I don't.

How does it get when I don't write? Ugly. My temper gets short, shorter than usual. I get to where I don't like anything, and I pick at everything.

Please know, that I am not a paid writer. So, money can not be the reason for writing. If it isn't worth money, is it worth anything? If you can't make money to help with the bills or just to have fun, what good is it? If you can't put a story down, what good is it?

It can be good because it makes me want to join the human race again. Love my hubby more. Not pick on the kids.

It makes me ME. No matter how long it has been, when I pick up the pen or keyboard, again, I am ME.

How about you? Why do you write? Is money the only thing? How about publishing? Is that a primary goal?
Writing a book does not appeal to me. At least not right now. If you cannot think of a reason to write, why write?

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Writing is a Frustrating Art

I sometimes feel frustrated beyond belief.
 I want to write. I want to share.
 I don't want to write. I don't want to share.
I want a subject to appear with ideas around it, so that all I have to do is rearrange the words and the blog post will be complete and beautiful. To every one. Including me.
Do you feel that way? Are the rats in the attic just scurrying around and scuffling with each other?

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Does your mind feel like this? Mine does.

Then I sit down and stare at a blank page and wonder where all the rats went. Surely they left behind something for me to chew on. A biscuit. A crumb.

A crumb.

 There is always something left behind that can fuel your imagination. You just have to let it. You cannot force the words. You need to let them scurry from place to place and finally, one will scurry into the corner and you can capture it. Then all you have to do is capture another one. Some days, you have to let them all go and start over.

My friends, here is to crumbs. Come back and see which ones I have found and what kind of mixture I made with it.
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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Experience for the Writer



Catchy title, right?

What are experiences for the writer? All of them. Now, you have to decide how to write about them. Experience is not the only thing you need. You need to feel the experiences and know how they change you so you can take that knowledge to the page and make it interesting to the reader.

It is more than, "I went to the store". What did you do there? Who did you see? What was said? Who said it? When you ask these questions, you have to answer them. You are not the only one that can learn from you did, said and who you did it with.

A good story has more than a beginning, middle and an end. You need specifics. You need love and laughter.

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For all of this you need experience. Experience life and all its light and shadows, and then show us about it.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Observe


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The next word in our tools is 'observe'. There is a lot that can be said about observing. Some of us do it well and casually, some of us need road signs.Image result for road signs
I need road signs.
My husband gave me a stained glass window for my birthday one year. It fit in a transom window over the door of our house. Our bedroom door was right beside it. You went by one to get to the other. He put the window in while I was gone one evening. I returned and went into the bedroom. Came out and watched tv and then later, went to bed.
My birthday was the next day.
I came out of our room and saw this long white paper banner that said "Happy Birthday" hanging from the top of the door. I thought it was pretty. He came home for lunch.
"Did you see your present?"
"Yes. I love the banner."
He then jerked the banner down to reveal my REAL present. You can hide my gifts in plain sight.
As writers, we should be way more observant than that.
Notice the bug on the leaf. See how he moves from one spot to the next. It may come in handy for a story about someone lost in the woods.
Image result for describeAfter your observation describe it in words and maybe even, a sketch. The better you understand it the better you can write about it.
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