BU – Blow your mind!

The world is a rapid fire experience, from birth to death.  What helps us all make sense is LEARNING! From our first attempts at language, to shaky steps every experience is an education. When we don’t master the lesson, we end up repeating the material.

Electronic communication and commerce are the new norm for many countries, though NOT all. Blogs are a point of contact, a way to express our perceptions of reality, our versions of truth.   Welcome to my blog, one focused on creative writing but which also expresses unique truths.

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Exercises in Writing

I’m participating with a small writing group sponsored by acclaimed author Michael Dellert. The free writes are set in the world Michael crafted for his epic series and he assigns each member a character. Here is what I’ve contributed thus far…

Manor Life with a Young Lord

Cathal Manor, Bántobar, Duir 1

Eranna wiped her hands on her apron and glanced across the larder at the hulk of a man balanced carefully on a stool that was more tar, sinew and rag twine than its original Alder wood. Dor, eyed her careful and then continued, “Please Eranna, I wouldn’t ask this of you if there was a better way. I know you,” Dor struggled for the right word, “I know Lord Cathal’s,” Dor was nearly mumbling now as he tried to cobble words together, “actions may not seem to you to be fitting or proper…” Eranna interrupted him, “Enough, Dor. You really should stop talking before you commit treason. You may be Captain of the manor, but in my kitchen you are no better than that headless scullery boy. I’ll get the Lord and his guests,” Eranna shook her head at the thought, “put to right and sent along to see the new summer foal.

Retirement Volunteering, Helping the Indie Author Community

Grandma Peachy provides a wonderful insight and leaves me with a smile. Passing this entry of hers along so others can find her.

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Many people find that upon retirement they need something to do and end up doing volunteer work to occupy their time. I am not a joiner and seldom participate in any kind of social event in my community. Staying at home is the most wonderful thing in the world to me. In my lifetime I’ve spent so many days away from home for long extended periods of time. Not anymore, the hermit life is more my style. Of course when home is a multi-generational household with grandparents, parents and grandkids, well it isn’t a typical hermit-like life. Still, I wanted something to do and with my resident author daughter going the route of self publishing as an indie author I found the indie author community. These authors need all the support they can get because self publishing is slow at garnering a large following of readers. So many readers in the…

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Fear, Faith, and Forgiveness

This is an amazing commentary from Grandma Peachy.

My husband and I were talking about the things of God this morning as we often do. I mentioned a video I saw on YouTube by a young man who claims that God allowed him to see the judgement. Seeing a…

Source: Fear, Faith, and Forgiveness

When Class Attacks

I am currently in a Master’s degree program (thus the lack of posts for a while!) and have had to sit through recorded lectures. Sit through. I feel as though my brain has been beaten into idiocy. Seriously. Why does this professor create a power point then READ every line she already typed? WTF! Don’t do that, just don’t. I don’t care who you are or what industry you are in, don’t read your power point to me. I can read, I want to hear you talk about things that explain or add to the text you wrote.  And while I’m ranting, could you, Ms. Professor, please learn to develop an outline to keep yourself on track? How about some inflection and emotion in your lecture. Please, for the love of education, try not to be boring!! I’m paying a lot of money to listen you  and watch your presentation, make it more interesting and engaging. If you don’t know how, find the f**k out, hire someone to help you, something!

Today was productive

I got another segment into draft form. I only had a couple of paragraphs that I had to cull after writing them. I have the outline in mind for the pivotal next segment. Its the point at which much of the early story wraps back around and resolves.  It also opens the door to the next steps for the main character.

I want to try to have it to this solid transition prior to classes starting on Tuesday. I am concerned that writing will be on holiday while I concentrate on Master’s classes.

The culling

Every year or so, I cull through my contact lists, friends lists, and favorites lists. I look through all those emails I get from this site or that company. Then, I begin the culling. I’d usually winnow it down by a few hundred.  This year, I’m doing something new.

Working through it

I’m finally back to feeling good. It took a while. I still have a hint of a cough but other than that, all is well.

I posted another segment of the Old Souls novel today and will probably have another piece done this week.  I’m trying to get it to a good place before I start my Master’s program in January. That gives me only a few weeks to try to bring this behemoth of a story to bear. I created a timeline for this novel, something I haven’t had to do before. I usually create character profiles for my works. I didn’t do it this time. I think because in my mind, each character’s story is flowing pretty well.  The timeline, however, was necessary. I needed to be able to reference where in time the character is in relation to the others. What tech exists… what language forms? What social norms are present… what history would the character lived through. Its been a grandiose exercise.  Exciting as new works are, I just want it to quit clawing at the inside of my mind. Once I get it onto the page, I’ll suffer less with the story and characters. 🙂 Let’s hope I get it done before classes start!

F*ck the Flu

I. Will. Overcome.

Seriously. I have spent the last week in a viral intrusion of 102 degree fevers, body aches, headaches, pain, cough, pain, cough, cough, cough.  I am not big on taking medications to treat symptoms but after 2 days of raging inferno fever, I took OTC meds to ease the pain and limit the symptoms for a few hours.

Being A Girl: A Brief Personal History of Violence

We can change this. We must.

The Belle Jar

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I am six. My babysitter’s son, who is five but a whole head taller than me, likes to show me his penis. He does it when his mother isn’t looking. One time when I tell him not to, he holds me down and puts penis on my arm. I bite his shoulder, hard. He starts crying, pulls up his pants and runs upstairs to tell his mother that I bit him. I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone about the penis part, so they all just think I bit him for no reason.

I get in trouble first at the babysitter’s house, then later at home.

The next time the babysitter’s son tries to show me his penis, I don’t fight back because I don’t want to get in trouble.

One day I tell the babysitter what her son does, she tells me that he’s just a little boy, he doesn’t know…

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