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Showing posts with label #blogging. Show all posts

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Writerly Wednesday Picture Prompt - The More We Know, The Less We Know


The More We Know,
The Less We Know.


            My twelve-year-old daughter and I stood staring at the graffiti on the wall.
            “What does that mean, Mom?”
            “Well, I think it’s referring to this novel series called The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. A science fiction parody with this supercomputer that mathematically decides the answer is 42.”
            “What’s the question?”
            “What’s the answer for life and the universe.”
            My daughter snorted. “And the answer’s 42. That makes no sense.”
            I laughed. “Apparently, the computer malfunctions because of events that happen in the story. There’s no definitive answer.”
            She studied the wall and turned towards me. “Mom...that is the answer.”
            “What is?”
            “That there’s no definitive answer...at least for us. Why would we want to have the answer? We wouldn’t need to dream, or think, or learn. We’d lose the magic to life.”

            Sometimes we need to listen to our kids.

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Writerly Wednesday Flash Fiction Picture Prompt



Mrs. Chicken

After two nasty roosters, attacking anyone in site, ended up in a stew, badgers killed the chicks, no matter what we tried to protect them. A neighbour’s dog killed the hens save one.

One day, I looked out back and saw Mrs. Chicken racing around the side of the house, dog right behind. I grabbed my husband’s air pistol that resembled a forty-five revolver and ran to the front of the house, yanked the door open, jumped into the stance with gun aimed, my eyes scanning the right of the front yard. Nothing. I swung my body to the left, still in shooting stance, gun aimed and ready.

There stood a customer for our home-based business, flattened against his car in fear.

After explaining the situation minus one hen or dog to prove it out, he shook his head and laughed.

“You sure have an aggressive sales technique.” 

*** 

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016


1ST PERIOD AFTER LUNCH


I stared at the old typewriter in the second hand store reliving memories of high school typing class.

Once we learned the keyboard basics, we spent our forty minute class typing to music. The idea was to achieve a basic rhythm. Our first song was:

How    much    is    that    dog---gy    in    the    win-dow,    the  
     tap       tap     tap   tap     tap    tap  tap   tap    tap   tap     tap

one with the wagg---le---y     tail.
                            tap  tap  tap  tap     tap  tap   tap

By the end of semester, we were speed demons, grooving to the king, ‘Elvis’.  Anyone walking past the typing lab would hear the rhythmic tap tap tap to:

You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time

and

Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jail house rock.


WE were the cool kids. Typing class ROCKED!

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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - FLORAL REFLECTION



FLORAL REFLECTION


I dug in the dirt, prepping the soil with fertilizer. As I worked, my thoughts wandered. Everything I knew about gardening was through  my grandfather’s teachings. Working by his side as a child had always been such fun. That is until as a teenager, I’d rather hang at the mall with friends than be sent to my grandparents house while my mother worked.

On one such occasion, we were planting flowers in front of the newly painted farmhouse. Grampa rambled on. I’d barely listened.

“If you paint an old house white it looks clean and fresh. And if you plant bright red flowers against the white walls, the house pops and looks new.”

I’d rolled my eyes and promptly forgot his words...until now.

Standing in front of my freshly painted white home, with the newly planted trailing red blooms and red roses, I smiled.

“I miss you, Grampa.”

***


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Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Writerly Wdnesday Picture Prompt - Writer's Dream




Writer's Dream


I stood in the dirt track staring at what was to be my home for the summer. My heart sunk. It was nothing like the advertisement.

“Something is wrong?”

I glared at the agent who’d brought me from the airport and pointed at the structure.

“Look at it. The door and windows are boarded up and painted, the wall is crumbling, the grass hasn’t been cut. This isn’t what I paid for.”

“Please, follow.” He disappeared around a corner.

I stomped after him, stepping surprisingly into a new world of groomed floral gardens, repainted pink stucco and brightly painted trim. Standing on the veranda, I looked down into a beautiful valley of vineyards, surrounded with green rolling hills.

“Back of house still in renos. This and inside complete. Is okay?”

I smiled. “Is okay.”

My dream to spend the summer writing at an Italian villa was a reality.

***
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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY FLASH FICTION PICTURE PROMPT - THE BURNING SHOE



THE BURNING SHOE

Have you ever wondered where that lone shoe comes from you see lying in the road? Or the pair of runners tied together and flung over the power line?

I wonder how many upset moms have to buy their kids a new pair when these abandoned shoes mysteriously appear.

I live in a boring little place where nothing much happens and crime is almost non-existent. But still, the Staff-Sergeant in Charge writes a weekly crime report for our only newspaper.

This is his exciting report from the latest printing:


Police were sent out on a disturbance call Friday night at 3 a.m. to Lower Road and Ashbury in Stoney Creek, only to discover a burning running shoe in the middle of the road. Fire fighters soon distinguished the flames. Police have no witnesses to the crime and to date, no one has laid claim to the shoe. 

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Wednesday, June 15, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - BITTERSWEET



BITTERSWEET


Watching them, my soul’s warmed. He’s a great father. I couldn’t find a better guardian for our son.

My husband is smart, witty, and a great provider. I think of the first time we met in the grocery store. I knew he was following me.

Him: “Excuse me ... can you tell me where the bread is?”
Me: He’s kidding right? “Uh ... if you avert your eyes to the left. Ta da!”
He turns red and smiles: “I’m so blinded by your beauty, I can’t see.”
Me, groaning: “That’s a terrible pick-up line. Does it ever work?”
Him, laughing: “This is the first time I’ve used it. You tell me.”

I stare at him now, a protective arm around our son. I smile. It did.

I feel a pull.

Time to go. You don’t yet know that I’m dead. A car accident two blocks away.

Goodbye my loves.

***

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Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Writerly Wednesday Flash Fiction Picture Prompt - Born to Sing

Happy Wednesday to you all. I missed last week, but here I am again sharing my piece. For those of you who would like an ebook of the first ten stories I wrote, I have a book on Amazon, Nook, and Kobo for FREE. I put these stories together as an offering to readers who don't follow my blog to introduce my writing style, and perhaps want to purchase my novels. So if you have friends or family that you think would enjoy my short ditties, by all means download the book. It is free on Amazon.com if you are in the US. Other sites will follow suit soon. And it's free on Nook and Kobo. Here's the link for Amazon. 

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Hope you enjoy today's story.


Born to Sing


The stage grip handed her the microphone. She stood in the wings listening to the host, paralyzed with fear, her hands sweaty. Hope I don’t drop the mic.

The M.C. was talking about her but she didn’t hear the words. Why am I doing this?

She heard her name and forced her legs to move. Her eyes scanned the audience. Omigod ... so many people.

The piano man played the intro. Panic engulfed her. This isn’t my song. She turned and he mouthed ‘sorry’. The horn player blew a ditty, turning it over to the piano man who began again.
She stared into the spotlight above the audience, waiting for her cue. She lost herself into the melody and the passion of the jazz piece.

When it was over, she bowed to a standing ovation.

Of course I want to do this. I was born to sing.

***
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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY FICTION PICTURE PROMPT - BUCKET LIST


The weeks fly by and another story is hatched. I find it amusing how my shorts are influenced by childhood memories or events in my life. The process of creating these vignettes on a weekly basis are so stimulating and show me that writing is what I should be doing. Enjoy!




Bucket List

 We left Santa Rosa, New Mexico, heading west on Route 66. I hit the  CD track to play our ritual song; marking the start of another day on  the road. We sang along belting out the final line, ‘Get your kicks on  Route 66’.

 Retired and carefree, this trip was on our Bucket List. We started in  Chicago, making many stops along the way and were getting closer  to Los Angeles, California.

 I stared at the semi-arid landscape lost in thought. My Route 66  obsession began at age twelve when the television show aired. It was  more a teenage obsession with George Maharis during his time spent  on the show.

 I looked sideways at my partner. Always attracted to dark-haired  brooding men, my husband was no exception. He wasn’t Hollywood  handsome but he was my George Maharis.

 He glanced at me. “What?”

 I giggled. “Love ya, honey.”

 ***

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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY FLASH FICTION PICTURE PROMPT - A MOTHER'S LOVE

This week I'm going out on a limb with a controversial subject that may not be to the liking of some. It's a challenge to address something like this in 150 words. However, it is more about the unconditional love and support of a mother and the angst a mother can experience even with an adult child. Hope you like it.


A Mother's Love

I stared at the photo. She loved that park. I remember buying pretty dresses in the early years. She refused to wear them. Definitely a tomboy. I came to accept she wasn’t a girlie girl. But who knew?

The teen years aroused my suspicions. Was she a lesbian? She was popular with both boys and girls but never dated, studied hard, won a scholarship to university. I was proud. But this?

She told me a week ago and I’ve been crying for days. Initially, for me. But this is about her ... him. Transgendered. Hormones. Surgery.

I carried my child for nine months, nurtured her, raised her ... him as a single mom. Now the tears are for him and what he’ll face.

I heard the door open. I stood. “Mom?” He entered the room and into my outstretched arms.

“You’re still mine,” I said.

Together, we cried.  

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Wednesday, April 27, 2016

WEDNESDAY WRITERLY PICTURE PROMPT - FOND MEMORIES OF VERMONT



Fond Memories of Vermont


I said to my husband:

“I LOVE Vermont. 

They celebrate all four seasons with year-round festivals of every kind featuring their specialty foods. Winter skiing and spring fishing with the tapping of the Maples for maple sugar candy and maple sugar pie; summer ferry rides, camping at Grand Isle on Lake Champlain and their famous strawberry shortcake. Fall is my favourite time of all with the world’s best foliage, biking through the endless valleys and rolling hills. A beautiful array of dazzling reds, oranges, golds, yellows and, of course, their famous apple pie with a fresh slice of state cheddar cheese.”

My husband said:

“Honey, I don’t think we love Vermont. I think we love food.”


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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT

The weeks seem to fly by and here we are, Wednesday again. Just to update you on my other writing endeabours. I'm in the final chapters of Missing Thread, The Georgia Series, Book 3. I expect to finish it and have it sent off to my publisher by mid-April. Yay!

Meanwhile here's my 150 word flash fiction for this week. 


LADY

She sat in a field behind my parents house. She’d seen better days but I love that car.  My Dad’s pride and joy, he’d bought her as a fixer-upper She was all that, with no back seat. In those days cars didn’t have seat belts, so for the first couple of weeks, we three sisters sat on little stools, so low to the floor we couldn’t see out the windows. When Dad went around a corner, we were too short to reach the ‘oh shit handles’, and we’d slide off the stools onto the floor in a tangled mass of giggles. Dad would glance over his shoulder and shout: “You girls stop that fooling around.” Like we’d planned the whole thing.

We named her Lady, from the movie, Lady and the Tramp. She may have lost her looks but not her style or her memories.


She was still Lady.


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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - BUNNY


I can't believe it's Writerly Wednesday again. The week flew by so fast. Hope you all had a happy and safe Easter weekend, shared with family and friends and lots of good food.

This weeks picture was difficult for me, but once an idea popped into my head, the story wrote itself. Hope you enjoy it.


Bunny

            Our two-year-old Chrissy found the rabbit hidden under her bed that Sunday morning. She’d held it up and giggled excitedly. “Bunny, Mommy.” 
            Has a year really passed since last Easter?
            I held the rabbit tight; flooded with memories rendering my heart heavy. We’d lost her two days later to a drunk driver who hit our car. Someone found the rabbit on the road and gave it to the police. I buried my face in Bunny’s fur and cried.
            Bunny went into the box with Chrissy’s things for my husband to store in the attic.
             My eyes scanned the redecorated room and the bassinet in the corner. My hands moved to my blossoming abdomen. This baby could never replace Chrissy but a new life could help us cope with the loss of another.
            I smiled. One day, I’ll give her Bunny and tell her of the sister she’ll never know.


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Wednesday, March 23, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - ADRIFT

Today is Writerly Wednesday. Here's my flash fiction picture prompt story. This was a hard one to write because 150 word maximum is not much to express the whole story this picture pulled from me. But I did my best. Hope you enjoy it.

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Adrift

            People thought we were the perfect family—Mom, Dad, Chase and me. But as childhoods go, ours wasn’t Disneyland.
            It became apparent my brother had problems. Testing proved he was borderline autistic. Mother felt ashamed. Father loathed him. Chase was sent to a facility in the city. One day in his teens, he walked away and disappeared.
            I moved to the city after graduation. For two years, I searched the streets for Chase. One morning I passed a young man sitting on the sidewalk. I couldn’t see his face but something drew me closer.
            “Chase?”
            He looked up; goose bumps ran down my spine. I kneeled down and stared into his eyes. “It’s me, your sister.”
            Chase smiled. “Chelsea, Chelsea.”
            With teary eyes I held out my hand. “Would you like to come with me?”  He nodded yes and I vowed he would never sleep on the street again.




             
           
            

Friday, January 8, 2016

New Year 2016 - Chapter 1

Today  I just want to connect and wish you all the best in the coming year. 

No one knows what the future will bring. I hope you all have a peaceful, healthy and balanced year and the inner strength and strong will to tackle any adverse situations that may arise. 

In reflection, I have a lot to be thankful for. 2015 was filled with highs and lows, a sick husband faced with a life-threatening illness, a very stressful move across British Columbia from the Interior to Vancouver Island. We lost a fifteen-year-old family pet who we miss dearly. But we survived it all and are happy to be living where we wish to be, surrounded by family. 

My 93-year-old mother is still with us and although fighting dementia, she still knows who we all are. We were lucky to have her with us for another Christmas. 

On a professional note, my second novel in The Georgia Series, Chasing Georgia, Book 2 was released in October. It has been well-received. This book was important in that it proved to me that I wasn't a one-book wonder and am truly a novelist. I'm happily working on Missing Thread, Book 3 of the series and hope to have it out by fall. I do believe this series will be done or at least for the moment.

My head is swirling with ideas for a new series called The Crossing Trilogy. I have to contain myself and focus on my current WIP and be content to jot notes down in my trusty note book for this future project.

I'd like to thank all of you have supported by first two novels. I love hearing from you about how you relate to Georgia and her adventures. The e-book Christmas Special for .99 will remain in effect permanently for Winter's Captive. So spread the word to your friends and family who use e-readers.


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Thursday, November 19, 2015

LIVING LIFE WITHOUT GUILT


It's a time when exciting things are happening, not just for me but for other people in my life.

On top of the 'good times' in my life, the world has suffered more death and terror at the hands of extremists. As someone who has a 'public' life, I felt guilty talking about the positives and successes in my life, while others are suffering. The effects of extremist acts in our global world doesn't just affect the families and friends of those injured or lost. Nor does it only affect the locality where these acts occur.

The effects are long-reaching and are an assault on humanity, on all of us as a global society. What I achieve personally seems trivial compared to what is happening to me as a citizen of the world. So writing here about my latest book release etc left a bad taste in my mouth and I felt guilty crowing to you all.

Guilt was foremost in my mind. After all, I do care about humanity and what happens to us as a society. However, I came to realize that first of all, there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop terrorism. There is nothing I can do to help the victims and their circle of family and friends. And, there is nothing I can say except to express my disgust and give my condolences. I was born in a democratic country and live in a beautiful part of the world where I am free to believe and live my life as I wish. I don't have to run from uniformed soldiers working for a dictator or hide from weaponed radicals.

As the week wore on from last week's crisis in Paris, my disgust grew in a different direction. I understand that people react to fear in different ways so my words here aren't to condemn anyone. What I can't accept are people who condemn a culture of people as a whole when it is a misled, disenfranchised, narcissistic group who use religion to carry out barbaric acts of terror and killing.

I was dismayed to hear someone say that Islam was not a peaceful religion. I was disgusted to hear a republican say only Christians should be allowed to immigrate into the US. I was equally disgusted to hear of violent attacks on innocent immigrants. This is how religious wars get started that really have nothing to do with religion.

Personally, I don't belong to a religious group. I consider myself a spiritualist and try to live my life by the golden rule, 'One should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself''. My problem with religion is that as soon as you belong to one religious culture, you've pissed off another group of people and their culture. Many wars in the world's history have been fought in the name of religion and a lot of people have suffered. On the other hand, I do not condemn those who do belong to a religion. If you study any religion, the basic core is based on love and peace for your fellow man.  I'm lucky enough to live in a democratic society that allows freedom of speech and freedom of religion. I cherish that right and would like to believe that I respect others rights.

The problem lies in ourselves. As a whole, we are a caring, supportive society.  However, fear and hate are created by people, not religion. This has been a fundamental fact since the beginning of humanity. And the nature of the war that is being fought today in our world knows no boundaries. It can hit anywhere in our small global community.We can't allow a small percentage of barbaric terrorists control over our lives, making us live in fear and more importantly, turning us against each other and those who may have different cultural beliefs than our. We can't allow them to change our quality of life and tarnish the joy we experience in our lives.  Otherwise, they will win and they may not take over the world but they will hold the world hostage.

I've come to realize that I have nothing to feel guilty about. The guilt should be theirs.







Thursday, March 12, 2015

ABC ... EASY AS ... 123, THE LETTER 'D'

Today is 'D' day. The word of the day is 'Dialogue'.
(My continued journey of novel writing tips from A-Z)

di·a·logue
noun

1   A written composition in which two or more characters are represented as conversing
2   a:  a conversation between two or more persons
     b:  an exchange of ideas and opinions 
     c:  a discussion between representatives of parties to a conflict that is aimed at resolution 
3   The conversational element of literary or dramatic composition 

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Dialogue is an integral part of any story. It is a multi-purpose tool that should do some or all of the following:
1        Reveal something about the character and the relationships between characters.
2        Help to move the story forward.
3        Increase the tension between characters or of the story line.

Action:
A key element to writing good dialogue is to break it up with action. The reader needs direction in order to visualize a scene. Otherwise, the dialogue would be boring. In Winter’s Captive, Georgia confronts her cheating ex-husband. The sample below reveals elements of each character but doesn’t move the story forward.

 “Have we moved on? Have you?”
“How can you ask if we moved on? I presumed you did that a year ago. Now you’re asking me? I don’t think Julie would be too happy to hear this conversation.”
“This has nothing to do with Julie. It’s about you and me.”
 “You really are something. There is no you and me. There hasn’t been for a long time. And I’ll tell you something else too. It’s about you and only you,”
“How can you say that? I’m trying to communicate with you about how we feel. I want to know what you’re thinking.”
“Where was the communication when you left me? Where were you when I tried to figure it all out? When I doubted myself as a wife and a woman? I’ll tell you where, with Julie, right where you wanted to be. You never gave me an explanation or showed any concern for my feelings then. You shut me out and even refused to talk to me. It’s your feelings we’re really talking about here, because you’re confused. You never even asked to see your baby until I pushed it on you. You haven’t even asked me her name. I’ll tell you what I’m thinking, Colin. You’re a whiffle bird.”  
“A what-bird?”
“A whiffle bird ... he flies in ever decreasing concentric circles, faster and faster, the circles getting smaller and smaller, until finally--he flies up his own ass.”
 “I guess I deserved that, didn’t I? I know I’ve been a shit to you. I couldn’t talk to you because I didn’t know how. And then there was Julie, telling me I had to make a clean break. She was so jealous and insecure. I felt like I was being pulled in opposite directions. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“That's my point. Again, it’s about how you felt,”
“You’ve changed. You were never this ... aggressive before.”

Here's the same sample with action and thought:

Colin stared at me for a long moment. “Have we moved on? Have you?”
“How can you ask if we moved on? I presumed you did that a year ago. Now you’re asking me? I don’t think Julie would be too happy to hear this conversation.”
“This has nothing to do with Julie. It’s about you and me.”
My mouth dropped open. “You really are something. There is no you and me. There hasn’t been for a long time. And I’ll tell you something else too. It’s about you and only you,” I said, my anger rising.
“How can you say that? I’m trying to communicate with you about how we feel. I want to know what you’re thinking.”
“Where was the communication when you left me? Where were you when I tried to figure it all out? When I doubted myself as a wife and a woman? I’ll tell you where, with Julie, right where you wanted to be. You never gave me an explanation or showed any concern for my feelings then. You shut me out and even refused to talk to me. It’s your feelings we’re really talking about here, because you’re confused.” I was wound tight. All my pent-up anger released. I stood up and leaned towards him. “You never even asked to see your baby until I pushed it on you. You haven’t even asked me her name. I’ll tell you what I’m thinking, Colin. You’re a whiffle bird.”  
“A what-bird?”
“A whiffle bird ... he flies in ever decreasing concentric circles, faster and faster, the circles getting smaller and smaller, until finally--he flies up his own ass.”
Colin stared at me, a look of shock on his face, and I stared back defiantly, hands on my hips. After a long silence, he started to smile.
“I guess I deserved that, didn’t I? I know I’ve been a shit to you. I couldn’t talk to you because I didn’t know how. And then there was Julie, telling me I had to make a clean break. She was so jealous and insecure. I felt like I was being pulled in opposite directions. I’m sorry I hurt you.” Colin took my hand in his.
“That's my point. Again, it’s about how you felt,” I said, shaking my hand from his.
“You’ve changed. You were never this ... aggressive before.”
I gave my shoulders a shake and turned towards the water. “Let’s walk.”

Big difference, right? By adding action, we’ve moved the story along and added tension to their encounter by showing body language and thought.

Dialect:
The most important thing to remember when depicting dialect in dialogue is to be consistent. This is a very tricky element to express. If you have a character with a southern states drawl or a Native American dialect, etc., it is extremely difficult to carry their dialogue with the right inflection throughout the entire story. It was suggested to me by my editor to choose some key words that reflect their dialect and use them consistently throughout the story. The dialogue will ring true to the reader and they will buy into it. But only if you are CONSISTENT.

In Winter’s Captive, Book 1 and Chasing Georgia, Book 2 (to be released in April), two words I chose to indicate that Nonnock was an indigenous native, were references to her Peoples and when she talked of nature as the Mother or Mother Earth.

For all of you writers out there:
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