tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50114915026829217932024-03-05T07:26:43.500-05:00Writing My Novel... and stuffAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-76447421518547825052016-02-25T19:36:00.000-05:002016-02-25T19:36:41.739-05:00Character Development Tip<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">After finishing the last novel I read, I had an epiphany on character development, that has probably been said a million times before in different medias, but is new to me so I thought I'd share.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> When picking a characters traits, think of something that would both hindering and helpful in life.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sounds simple right? Well it probably is, and probably would have helped in my own character development in the past had I thought of it.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here's a very obvious example, though there could be a million (just look at your friends and family):</span></span></h3>
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<u><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Completely obsessed with appearance: </span></span></u></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>The Bad</u>: Critiques everyone's fashion sense or personal commitment to looks. </span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>The Good</u>: Murder mystery? This is the character that would notice that it was Jane's diamond earring found at the scene, because she would have noticed that kind of thing.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chick-lit? This is the character who would have the best makeup selection in a pinch. Who else would you call on to tell you if the outfit you chose for that important is right for the venue?</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just happened to be watching a show with this character type in it, so thought I'd use it for the example. Next time you catch a movie or a show pick the characters apart - where have their negative traits worked for a positive outcome, where have their positive traits not worked out so well?</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's not always as obvious with Main Characters as they tend to be focus on the good side only, but watch the side characters. The nosy neighbor who winds up nosing his way into calling 911 when abusive sounds erupt from the household. The unfriendly neighbor who doesn't pay attention when the MC drags a body out of the house. The friend who fills you in on all of the town's gossip, but sadly loosens her lips about you to everyone else. There are so many catches and hitches that could develop from these tactics.</span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is a great writing prompt if you're feeling stuck. Pick a character and write a scene with both the positive and negative effects that trait could unravel. </span></span></h3>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Write On! </span></span></h3>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-74546654891440383462016-02-22T14:19:00.000-05:002016-02-22T14:19:54.114-05:00The Smoking Section: Anthology<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">As a contributing author to this anthology, I got this
package in the mail full of fun goodies. Lizzy Miles did an amazing job at
putting this book and package together; thanks Lizzy!<span> </span>You can get your copy here: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Smoking-Section-Memories-Americas-hated/dp/1937574083/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr">http://www.amazon.com/Smoking-Section-Memories-Americas-hated/dp/1937574083/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr</a>=
in kindle or paperback.<span> </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-37328373689087865572012-11-02T00:01:00.000-04:002012-11-02T00:02:28.919-04:00NaNoWriMo Day 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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NaNoWriMo Day 1</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I didn’t
outline.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I meant to, but
procrastinated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last night I had a hard
time falling asleep in hopes of figuring out the opening to my NaNo novel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so it begins.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The month of self-inflicted hell.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I toyed
with the idea for this novel when I first started this blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the novel mentioned in the blog’s
title.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had ideas stacking up in my
head like a madness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had most of the
story laid out (mentally, not on paper) and was just beginning the first
chapters when all hell broke loose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>(yes, the murdered-sister thing).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I put the
novel aside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was gory and scary and
focused on an evil that any one of us could possess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had more than enough of my share of all
those things, I didn’t need to focus on writing a book about them at the
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But
somewhere inside, I still wanted to write that story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I liked the characters, I liked the message,
I loved the twists.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So this year, this
NaNoWriMo, I’m going to write that original novel that sparked the writers-urge
in me years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you know what? I’ve
learned a whole lot about writing since then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’ve been published, twice. I’ve self published once. I’ve created the
prompt-and-share, reviewed novels and done my share of editing. I’ve completed
a writing course, AND, I’ve got one NaNoWriMo certificate under my belt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s the good stuff.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The
not-so-good stuff: I haven’t written in a while.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That trumps all of the positive
accomplishments listed above.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When it
came time today to sit my butt in that chair and fly the words off the
keyboard, I got stuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s the simple
way of putting it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The true definition of “stuck”? Scared,
unsure, self-conscious, weary, leery, confused, over-whelmed and more
importantly, doubtful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But here’s
the thing, NaNo is about more than writing a novel, it’s about getting into the
groove of writing everyday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And let me
tell you, if you don’t keep at it, like any other muscle in your body, it’ll
atrophy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So to all
of you who got their word count in today – Kudos and congrats! Beyond all the
self-doubt and procrastination that reared its ugly head with distractions of
all shapes and sizes, I too began my NaNo journey today. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-57168761557382117402012-06-02T14:11:00.003-04:002012-06-02T14:11:53.247-04:00Sandcastle and Other Stories - Book Review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<u>Sandcastle and Other Stories By Justin Bog</u></div>
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I recently read Sandcastle and Other Stories by Justin Bog,
and I’m excited to say it was pretty darn fantastic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I read a lot of Indie books, and have been in
a position where I simply could not review some of them without feeling I was
putting a lot of negativity out there… in fact sometimes I can’t even get past
the first few pages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was not the
case with Sandcastle.</div>
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This compilation of short stories was a unique experience
for me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were not filled with the
basics I encourage in my flash fiction, that being conflict and
resolution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, there was very
little conflict and/or resolution in Mr. Bog’s tales, the opposite actually,
any action was relayed in a cool and calm way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Instead of grand twisted stories, the author takes us on a journey into
the everyday (well… not always) lives of individuals and internal
conflicts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not necessarily exciting, but
definitely interesting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Okay because this a “The Good, The Bad and The Personal
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<u>The Good</u>: As mentioned above, this book of short stories is
filled with insightful tales.</div>
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<u>The Bad</u>: I have to dig on this, and before I mention it I
want to give major kudos for the lack of typos and grammar errors that are so
often found in self-published works (some of them could easily be caught by
simply re-reading ones own work before publishing).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I had to pick a “Bad” about this book, it
would be that a good editing job could tighten up the writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though actual errors were close to none, I
did find myself being pulled away from the story a few times while having to
re-read a sentence that could have been worded in a more reader-friendly
manner.</div>
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<u>The Personal Contex</u>t: I loved the psychological aspects of
these stories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of my favourite parts
of doing the Prompt-and-Share is reading how differently people’s minds work
and the diversity of the stories that erupt from the same prompt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though each of the stories in Sandcastles are
by the same author, the insights into each character is quite unique.</div>
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So if you happen to be lazing on a beach this summer, or
looking for something light to read before bed, I highly recommend this very
reasonably priced collection of short stories.</div>
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I grant 8.5 out of 10 Golden Bookmarks for this book.</div>
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sandcastle-and-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B0081NXXO8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1338659475&sr=8-1">http://www.amazon.com/Sandcastle-and-Other-Stories-ebook/dp/B0081NXXO8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1338659475&sr=8-1</a> </div>
<u><b> </b></u></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-74905153160044166062012-05-23T08:36:00.001-04:002012-06-15T15:43:25.238-04:00Lark's Labyrinth: A book review<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Every experience is tainted by personal context, no matter
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Lark’s Labyrinth by Cathy Cash Spellman</div>
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The Good: Wicked suspense story, mixed with magic, history, video
games, Nazis and the Church. The book holds a few very cool characters that the
reader gets attached to. There are excellent twists and turns.</div>
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The Bad: This book is really long, and I don’t think it
needed to be. The best characters were
hardly touched on and I had a hard time investing myself in the main
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The Personal Context: I’ve loved Cathy Cash Spellman since I
first read “Bless the Child” almost 20 years ago. I read this novel every few years and learn
something new about myself every time. Since “Bless the Child”, I’ve read three
other novels by this author, Lark’s Labyrinth
being the third, and I’ve never quite gotten the thrill I received from
the first book. My standards,
nonetheless, remain high when it comes to Cathy Cash Spellman’s books and I
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Below you will find 3 short stories that were chosen to win
the Prompt-and-Share by their peers.
First, you’ll see the rules set out for this particular
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<i><b>The Prompt: <br />
750 words max<br />
We've all heard the expression "Be careful what you wish for" and for
this edition of the </b><b>Prompt-and-Share that's exactly what we are going to
focus on.<br />
Your character makes a wish that doesn't turn out quite as he/she/it expected
it to.<br />
Typical guidelines still apply: At least one character, one setting, one
conflict and one resolution.</b></i></div>
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By Adam Boenig:</div>
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She had said it would make him beautiful. She had also
mentioned a price; but he hadn't cared. He had given her her money, taken the
potion, and left the old crone in her alley.<br />
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Jim had been a homely man, to say the least. Long ears, long nose, and a
uni-brow were the defining features of his existence. He had been teased for
his looks for years, and it had left scars on him; he was afraid to go outside,
afraid to meet strangers. He would complain about his love life but that would
imply he had one to complain about.<br />
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So he had taken the potion, thinking anything could be better than this. He
needed something; anything.<br />
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He drank it without thought.<br />
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Now he stood in front of a mirror, looking at himself. He was handsome; no,
gorgeous. He was a sculpted Adonis of a man, perfect in all aspects. And he was
happy about it, flexing his new muscle and falling for himself in the mirror.
However, he knew that the only way for it to matter was for him to go out.<br />
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Getting dressed in an old pair of jeans and a button-up shirt, he took a deep
breath and stepped outside into a world he had feared so long. He walked down
the hall; people staring as he moved, taking in his breathtaking beauty; and he
knew it was good. He made it to the door, opened it, and for the first time in
a long time, looked out over the sun-lit streets unafraid.<br />
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Now people were staring. He felt proud. They didn't say much, they didn't stare
for long, but they certainly liked looking at him. Which is the point, right?,
he thought to himself.<br />
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He strolled down the sidewalk, catching eyes and turning heads, enjoying the
air off the tree-lined street and the view of the red brick buildings in the
historical sector where he lived and worked. He made it to a tiny local bar,
his destination in which to test his newfound glory. He opened the door and
stepped in.<br />
<br />
Everyone stopped. They turned and stared at the new face that had just stepped
in. All eyes were on him; he could feel it.<br />
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And then they went about their business.<br />
<br />
He was mildly surprised, but thought nothing of it. He sat down at the bar,
feeling happy and like he "fit in" for the first time in his life. He
offered to buy an attractive woman a drink; because, that is what you're
suppose to do, right? She ignored him as though she didn't hear him.<br />
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He tried again. She still ignored him.<br />
<br />
He waves his hand in front of her face. Touched her, poked her. Eventually he
grew frustrated and pounded the table; soon, he was throwing furniture.<br />
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The crowd complained about the broken furniture, but not him.<br />
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That's when he realized: the price. He would be noticed, yes; but only once. He
was beautiful; but no one cared.</div>
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Find out more about Adam at: <a href="http://gplus.to/chaoticmotion">gplus.to/chaoticmotion</a> as well as <a href="http://chaoticmotionfiction.blogspot.com/">chaoticmotionfiction.blogspot.com</a></div>
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By Telzey Lee</div>
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“I’ve got to go.” Marissa’s voice was a reluctant whisper. <br />
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“I know.” Blake said quietly. <br />
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Neither of them moved as the seconds ticked away. She didn’t want to go; she wanted
to stay wrapped in his arms forever. That wasn’t an option, however, and the
conflicting pressures threatened to tear her apart. She let it build to the
point where if she was going to go, she had to go <b>now</b>, or not at all.
She squeezed him convulsively, and rose from the bench, clasping his hand as
she moved away, until finally their arms were stretched as far as they could
go, and she had to let go. She hurried away down the hall, to the door where
the royals entered. The king, her husband, was already seated on his throne,
and she sat next to him. <br />
<br />
Court began as normal. Several minutes later, she saw Blake slip in, and she
couldn’t help but gaze at him. Soon after that, the king held up his hand. <br />
<br />
“There is one among us who wants my place.” he announced, “He won’t challenge
me honorably, however, but instead creeps around behind my back, betraying me.
I won’t have it anymore, and I challenge him.” <br />
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Marissa froze, hoping against hope that Reginald meant something else, meant
someone else. That hope died, however, as the king stood and pointed at Blake.
Her stomach dropped. <br />
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“Guards, seize that man.” he commanded. <br />
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There was some hesitation, and Marissa could see people wondering what was
going on. Was this part of the entertainment? Blake rose as the guards
approached him. Marissa put her hand on Reginald’s arm. <br />
<br />
“Don’t do this.” she pleaded. He shook her hand off and stepped away from her.
She could see the crowd’s interest sharpen. Entertainment, or reality? Or both?
She wanted to disappear. <br />
<br />
“Reg, please, this is private.” she tried to mitigate the disaster that was
occurring, to no avail. <br />
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The guards had escorted Blake to the base of the platform the thrones were on. <br />
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“I don’t want your throne.” Blake said evenly. <br />
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“No, you just want my <b>wife</b>.” Reginald yelled. <br />
<br />
The crowd gasped. Blake was Reginald’s best friend and most loyal knight… and
Reginald was accusing him of having an affair with Marissa?!? They looked at
Marissa,and she could feel that her face had paled, all but the two crimson spots
she could feel burning on her cheeks as the whispering started. <br />
<br />
Reginald had gone down the steps, and taken off his gauntlet. He backhanded
Blake across the face with it, the classic challenge to a duel. Marissa stood
and rushed down the steps, stepping between the two men. <br />
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“Stop it.” she shouted. She turned her back on Blake and put her hands on
Reginald’s arms. “Let’s go someplace private and talk about this.” <br />
<br />
He jerked away from her. <br />
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“Don’t touch me, you betraying bitch! He can have you, if he lives through
this.” <br />
<br />
He threw his wedding ring at them, then drew his sword – his <b>real</b> sword,
she noticed, not the practice one he was supposed to wear at events. The crowd
hastily drew back, forming a wide half circle around them. Wasn’t anyone going
to try and stop him, or call the police? One would think they were really in
the Middle Ages, not just the SCA. <br />
<br />
“Are you crazy?” she said, stepping in front of Blake, hoping that Reg wasn’t
really so far gone that he’d hurt her. She hadn’t wanted to hurt Reg; she still
loved him. She loved Blake too, though. <br />
<br />
Reginald stared at her for long seconds, then threw his sword on the floor,
turned, and walked away. She scrabbled on the ground for his ring, then turned
to see Blake walking away in the opposite direction. <br />
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she thought, tears beginning to flow. She
gathered her skirts, and half-ran in a third direction. She found a bathroom
and hid in the handicapped stall, trying to stifle her sobs. <br />
<br />
When she was a young girl, she had thought the King Arthur stories were so
romantic. She had wanted love like that. She had overlooked the fact that
Genevieve had ended up with neither King Arthur or Sir Lancelot, that she had
ended up old and alone, after losing the love of two good men, and helping to
destroy something good and true. <br />
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Marissa sank to the floor and gave in to her sobs, her heart broken, and her
soul with gaping holes in it.</div>
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Find out more about Telzey here: <a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/109164272058926704509/posts/p/pub">https://plus.google.com/u/0/109164272058926704509/posts//p/pub</a></div>
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By Tressa Green: </div>
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"Son of a...!" <br />
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I stomped the brake—squealing tires protested. Fresh coffee tumbled from the
holder. My jeans drank the scalding liquid and I bit my lip to keep further
expletives from rolling off my tongue. Burnt rubber smoke wafted through the
open windows before I took off again. The idiot driver who pulled out in front
of me bebopped along, five under, as if nothing happened.<br />
<br />
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. So typical. The little inconveniences
of my life piled up so high that any green in the other pasture could only be
seen in my imagination. My ill luck blocked out true vision of those lush
fields long ago.<br />
<br />
Home took longer than normal, but I didn't have anything to go home to anyway.
Silence greeted me behind the locked door. I dreaded weekends for that reason.
At least my job, as ho-hum as that nine-to-five was, occupied my time. <br />
<br />
I plugged the house key into the lock; it refused to budge. I jimmied it until
it finally gave in. The plastic bags numbing my fingers as their weight turned
those narrow handles into cutting strands. I refused to set them down while I
juggled keys and turned the knob. <br />
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One step.<br />
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I kissed the floor. Groceries scattered—rolling out in a noisy spray of cans,
boxes, and bags. Peeling myself up took effort. I sat on the floor amid my
dumped groceries and empty life and wished.<br />
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Wished for more. For better. For different.<br />
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“I wish things were different,” I said out loud.<br />
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Nothing happened. Not that I really expect it. I sighed and picked up the mess.
Scuffled to the two-steps-across kitchen. Cool wind ruffled the lace curtain in
the tiny window, bringing the scent of late Spring flowers. I sighed again.<br />
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Maybe things could be different, I thought.<br />
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A smile dared to grace my lips. The wonder of that sensation only caused it to
grow.<br />
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Yes. Things were going to be different. I would make it so.<br />
<br />
Sunlight shafted through the window and the whole cubicle of the kitchen glowed
with an almost heavenly light.<br />
<br />
I rushed to put things in their place; though, as usual, I dropped cans on my
toe, the contents of my freezer spilled out when I opened the door, as did the
upper cabinet. None of it mattered anymore.<br />
<br />
I wanted to twirl about my three room house; lift my voice to the heavens. So
what if I banged my elbow on the door frame or bruised my shin on the end
table? The sun shined all through my home, the breeze carried birdsong and
sweetness of new buds. It was as if God, Himself, smiled upon me.<br />
<br />
My heart leaped with joy my skin couldn’t contain. The breeze became a wind,
the birdsong merged with a great chorus, and the light grew so bright, vision
fled. <br />
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“What’s happening?” I cried out.<br />
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“Don’t be afraid,” a whisper cut through the noise.<br />
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“I’m not,” I replied.<br />
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The light dimmed as did the wind and the song. <br />
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“Welcome home.”<br />
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I opened my eyes and wept. Things, indeed, had changed.</div>
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Find out more about Tressa here: <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/TressaGreen">https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/TressaGreen</a></div>
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Hello everyone! I'm reaching out to the blogger community for support with the anthology that will be publishing my story <i>Apocalyptic Erasures</i>! The Kickstarter program... well... it has Kickstarted (smirk) and so I'm here to beg on bended knee (okay not really, I have a bad knee, but theoretically...) for your support.<br />
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Here's the link to the program and all of the fun <i>The Memory Eater<b></b></i> swag you can get for your bucks :)<br />
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http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/875080901/the-memory-eater-anthologyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-71714344746265574862012-03-06T10:39:00.000-05:002012-03-06T10:39:22.984-05:00My Week in MoviesAn interesting movie week<br />
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Well, it has been an interesting movie week. I don’t often write about movies on this blog, but hey, there’s a lot to be said about diversity. <br />
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<b>Moneyball</b>: This has to be one of the more interesting movies I’ve seen in a long time. A little history, some mathematics, the power of technology and THE WORST ENDING TO A MOVIE EVER! I mean DAMN! Okay okay, I won’t say anymore and blow the story for those who haven’t watched it yet – but really, it deserves an award for worst ending ever. <br />
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<b>Goon</b>: On the flipside. I watched Goon over the weekend and I absolutely loved it! Maybe because I’m Canadian, maybe because I’m a hockey fan, or maybe because the film didn’t try too hard to be anything, and therefore succeeded in pretty much everything. Regardless of why it rocked, the point is, it did, in fact, ROCK. This is the kind of movie you want to watch with a few buddies and few brewskies. <br />
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Last but not least, and the movie most related to this blog:<br />
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<b>One for the Money:</b> Janet Evanovich’s kick-ass character Stephanie Plum takes to the big screen, and well, if you are a fan of the novels, you probably won’t be a fan of the movie. The novels give us Stephanie Plum with big teased and wild jersey-girl hair, a big thick jersey accent and a big over-the-top personality to boot. Katherine Heigl who plays Stephanie Plum in the movie, does provides none of these big moves. Her hair falls flat, her accent falls flat and well, the whole performance falls pretty flat. None of the other characters live up to their on paper counter-parts either. Overall, I was fairly disappointed. <br />
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So there ya have it. All three movies are worth watching in my opinion, but only Goon took it over the top.<br />
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Have you seen any of the above flicks? What were your impressions of them?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-23858346236297543912012-02-23T11:35:00.000-05:002012-02-23T11:35:32.637-05:00Prompt-and-Share: Character Development Writing Prompt<b>Prompt -and-Share</b> Happy Thursday everyone!<br />
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We are going to play with a little character development today. Introduce us to a larger than life character. Pick a name, any name, and go with it, describe the person to us with a little flare.<br />
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If you would like, just ask and I'll provide a name for you and you can create according to whatever that name springs up.<br />
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Since this is a character introduction, let's keep it short, no more than 200 words.<br />
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Have fun!<br />
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<b>My Attempt</b><br />
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Mr. Crowley was as rickety old man with a squeaky old mind and creaky old joints. He smelled of mothballs, denture cream and that moldy scent that accumulates on a dish towel if left damp too long. No smiles ever graced his creased old face, just a permanent sneer. The cane that never left his hand was as old and rotted as he appeared to be and just as grouchy as it clunked and stomped the ground with each of Mr. Crowley’s steps.<br />
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Though his appearance suggested an easy target for the mean-spirited taunts that often plagued the mouths of naughty children, everyone in the neighborhood gave Mr. Crowley far more room than such a small man required. There was no apparent explanation for why nobody would look him in the eye, why the thought of gossiping about the mysterious old man never occurred to the nosy housewives or the golf-playing businessmen. <br />
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But Mr. Crowley knew, for in the folds of his dusty jacket laid the secrets of the universe and the power to harness and control more energy than the feeble little minds of Pennywash Lane possibly fathom.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-56328361450843983512012-02-21T12:18:00.000-05:002012-02-21T12:18:14.213-05:00American Gods by Neil Gaiman: a book review<i>American Gods </i>by Neil Gaiman<br />
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What’s there to say about this novel, except that it is absolutely amazing and if you haven’t yet read it, you should! <br />
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Okay, well maybe it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, it <i>is</i> really out there, and I simply couldn’t decide on a genre to put it in. It is beyond categorizing. But it <i>is </i>one hell of an adventure. <br />
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Our main character, Shadow, is a regular guy who is a dealt an incredibly irregular hand and handles the situation far better than I know I would. I can’t reveal more without giving away all the amazing little secrets and treasures that reveal themselves in a perfect delivery throughout the story. I refuse to cheat any possible reader of that experience.<br />
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<i>American Gods</i> is going right next to <i>Pillars of the Earth</i> on my suggested MUST READ list. If you’ve read it, let me know what you thought of the book (without giving anything away to those who haven’t read it) and if you haven’t read it yet, what are you waiting for?!?!?<br />
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Two challenges in one today. First on our agenda is to focus on setting. Bring those sense to life! The picture below is where your scene plays out.<br />
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The second challenge is to be very distinct in the voice you us to describe the setting.<br />
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Spend a moment looking at the picture below, then write write write! 250 word count limit.<br />
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(picture taken from :http://paperdump.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html?showComment=1329318439283#c9074766231858070304 )<br />
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<b>My Attempt:</b> <br />
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Caroline Walker’s heels clickity-clacked on the weathered boards making an echoing sound not unlike a pair of polluted peg-legged sailors rushing down the dock to lay wood at the nearest whorehouse. She huffed and puffed and cursed under her breath as she wondered what in the name of all that was unholy possessed a gentleman like Hugh Montgomery to request she meet him in such an unrefined setting. <br />
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Weeds licked at her Manolo Blahniks like tiny green tendrils reaching up through the boards to grasp at her feet. An occasional breeze attempted to mess with her perfectly coifed and heavily sprayed upswept hairdo. She covered her nose and mouth with a thickly scented handkerchief so that the breeze which sometimes allowed for the fresh scent of green grass and meadow flowers to penetrate the cloud of expensive perfume that surrounded her being like its own ozone layer, would be fended off appropriately. <br />
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She spotted Hugh at the end of the dock and stormed up to him. One deep breath to contain her anger and then she let loose.<br />
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My Crazy Aunt Mimi used to say,” she made the sign of the cross and darted her eyes heavenward. “That you should never piss in the shower if you’ve already washed your feet. Now she may have been loopier than a slinky on a rollercoaster ride but she had her points. So why, pray tell, have you dragged me out to such an,” she swatted at a cloud of gnats that formed around her face, “uncivilized, backwoods, country hellhole when we were perfectly content at the fundraisers ball?”Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-59763814260347207342012-02-01T10:46:00.000-05:002012-02-01T10:46:18.462-05:00Writing PromptPrompt-and-Share Tuesdays Writing Prompt!<br />
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Let's have a little fun with this one. An embarrassing moment - Either recount a tale of one of your embarrassing moments, or put your MC into an embarrassing moment and tell us the story.<br />
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Lots of room on this one - 600 word limit<br />
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Have fun with it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-23813793162998133322012-01-29T14:34:00.000-05:002012-01-29T14:34:01.614-05:00Book Review: Stepping Forward by Paul CarrollStepping Forward by Paul Carroll<br />
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Stepping Forward by Paul Carroll<br />
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This novel was beyond anything I’ve ever read before. The closest story I could compare it to is, “The Stepford Wives” – except it was much more fast-paced. The author has a sturdy voice that takes the reader to the brink of curiosity in waves upon waves of suspense. <br />
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I downloaded this book for free from Smashwords. It was the 3rd book I read on my Kobo (teehee, I love my Kobo). Yes there was some spelling and grammar errors, and words missing from sentences which was, of course, distracting, but I’ve read novels that I’ve downloaded, that do cost money, that were far worse off than this. And at least Stepping Forward had meat! <br />
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When I got to the end of the book I was a little disappointed. The potential is there, this book could be amazing, Paul Carroll has already got the goods in the palm of his hands, but the execution needs some tweaking.<br />
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To make this book everything it could be, it first needs all of the storylines explored and explained. There didn’t seem to be a real conclusion anywhere and all of the questions the reader is left asking aren’t answered. After tying up the storylines, a good editing eye to fix up the little issues that distract from the story – and voila, we’d have a real kickass novel.<br />
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I hope Paul Carroll keeps up with his writing and turns this so-close-but-not-quite-there suspense sci-fi story into the amazing oh-my-god-I-can’t-put-this-masterpiece-down novel that it almost is.<br />
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You can get your free copy of Stepping Forward <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114692">here.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-10434277065566221512012-01-24T13:17:00.001-05:002012-01-24T13:24:50.170-05:00Book Review: Between - A Novel by Cyndi Tefft<i>Between</i> by Cyndi Tefft<br />
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What a fun little read! Quirky and fast-paced – that’s the good part. When I read the overview of the book I was immediately drawn in. It was a cheap buy, and I love anything to do with Heaven and Hell and well… whatever lies in <i>“Between”</i>.<br />
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I also thought the title was a clever play on words, my perception was that it was about a ‘Tween. A ‘Tween stuck in the <i>be</i>tween. I was wrong, there was no clever suggestion in the title. My bad.<br />
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When I read the intro to the book, the second book (I’ve read on my new Kobo Vox which I love love love,) the author mentions Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. My brow furrowed at the reference, because I am a HUGE fan of that series and I was a little confused by the reference. Regardless, I trudged on and was soon enveloped in the MC’s world.<br />
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Until the leading man showed up. And the similarities between this character and Diana Gabaldon’s whole world were unforgivably obvious. Right down to the surnames. If I hadn’t been such a fan of Gabaldon’s work, or, the author of <i>Between</i> hadn’t made the connection ahead of time for me, I may have been able to look past it. But, even the pet-names that the leading man Aiden calls his beloved MC Lindsey, are the same that Gabaldon’s leading main Jamie, calls his beloved Claire. Influence is lovely and imperative, but I’m afraid this novel may need to border on Fan Fiction as oppose to original content. <br />
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Regardless, I liked the story. It was, as I said before, quirky and fast-paced. The religious aspect got a little heavy for me at times, and the love blossomed a little too fast, but it was a short book. Without giving away any of the good stuff, I will say that the author takes the reader on one crazy roller-coaster ride in a VERY good way. <br />
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Now, I rounded the end of the book, I became furious, knowing there was no way this story could be completely wrapped up in the pages that were left. The questions left unanswered were too many and too crucial to the lives of the characters to be left unaddressed. Luckily, as I finished the novel, the overview for the next book became available which basically described that those incomplete storylines would soon be taken of. WHEW! <br />
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Key evidence to me that this was a good read, and well-told, is that when I wasn’t reading it, I was thinking about it. It got under my skin that way, which is a good thing.<br />
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Help a fellow Indie-writer out! Purchase Between for only $0.99 cents! It’s a hell of a ride.<br />
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<iframe src="http://rcm-ca.amazon.ca/e/cm?t=writmynoveand-20&o=15&p=8&l=as1&asins=1460937104&ref=tf_til&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-32448100017949373272012-01-23T17:12:00.000-05:002012-01-23T17:12:06.031-05:00How to get the Kindle app on your Kobo VoxIf you happen to have gotten a Kobo Vox but have NOT been able to read and books published on Kindle, here is the way to do it folks. I'm so excited about this, I've had the Kobo Vox since Christmas and I'm only now able to get Kindle/Amazon books on it... Whew!<br />
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How to get the Kindle App on your Kobo Vox<br />
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A big huge THANK YOU to Boris Bax for completely helping me out with this one.<br />
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#1 – Make sure you have an amazon account. (Helps to have the Kindle reader on your actual computer – they can link up)<br />
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#2 – Go to http://www.freewarelovers.com/android/app/kindle and click download - you’ll probably have to click the little blue underlined “click here” for the download to work.<br />
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#3 – Follow along and Ta-Da! You now have Kindle as an app on your Kobo Vox! I searched the internet high and low for this, and couldn’t find a thing. If you have any questions or it doesn’t work for you just leave me a message below and I’ll walk you through it Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-49535497348627944542012-01-23T07:08:00.000-05:002012-01-23T07:08:05.616-05:00A Writing Prompt - Tarantinoed<a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/115687178185726009185/posts">Adam Boeing</a> posted this writing prompt the other day. Below you will find the instructions and my effort at following in the prompt. Bear with me, I hadn't written in a while and I'm still getting back in the groove of things.<br />
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Adam's Prompt: <i>Tarantinoed!</i> Write the end of a story as the beginning, then give the rest of the story. Do not give anything away. :P<br />
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My attempt at doing the prompt:<br />
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She stood naked in front of the full length mirror. Her hand spread wide, palm down on her stomach just above her belly button, she twisted her frame slowly to examine all angles. Lips pursed, she shook her head at the widening her hips had done without her permission. Her gaze moved up to her breasts and her pursed lips spread into a smile as she admired their perkiness. She twisted a little more to catch a glimpse of her back side, smiled wilder, and then faced the mirror, full-frontal, once more.<br />
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A moment passed, her mouth turned down into a frown as she studied the spot above her navel that her hand concealed. Reluctantly, she glided her hand to her hip, revealing the deep red scar that turned her otherwise fine figure, into a monstrosity of tortured memories. She stared deeply at the reflected revulsion, getting lost in the pinks and reds of torn tissue. Pinks and reds with silver strands. Pinks and reds....<br />
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Pink and red hearts floated as if by magic, lined with silver tinsel along the archways, the tables, the doors and the chairs of the restaurant. Pink and red roses with wisps of baby's breath spouted from crystal vases on the white linen-clad tables. Leanne's chipper smile greeted the Valentine's Day dinner guests as she showed them to their seats.<br />
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She loved her first job out of high school, a hostess in her small town's best restaurant. She loved her boyfriend, Bruce, who she would be meeting after her shift. A bubbly feeling filled her heart as she sat her parent's at a special table. She hugged them both tightly and wished them a Happy 25th wedding anniversary.<br />
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As she sat guest after guest, Leanne's mind wandered to her future. Next year, when she was away at University, would Bruce still be waiting for her on Valentine's day with a stuffed bear and chocolates like he had for the past 2 years? She shrugged the idea aside, of course he would. It was her last coherent for three weeks.<br />
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When she awoke in the hospital, in unspeakable pain with a shroud of drugged confusion veiling her thoughts, she prayed to return to oblivion. Days after she awoke, when the police arrived to take her statement, the only words she could manage to form were to ask questions instead of answering them.<br />
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A week passed before anyone explained to her what happened in the time she had lost.<br />
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A man had used chloroform to render her unconscious. A stranger. Not a resident of her fine little town, not a patron of her lovely workplace, not a person in her perfect little world. A stranger had taken her and done unspeakable acts to her young pristine body. A stranger had spent hours violating her before carefully carving out the center of stomach. A janitor had spotted the light on in the cellar of the elementary school and went into the cold unforgiving basement to investigate - stopping the strange from... nobody dared to imagine what would have come next.<br />
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Leanna knew what he had done, it took her some time to figure it out, but she knew. When she was unconscious to the world, and he had her in his grasp, he cut her open to insert a monster into her very being. That monster ate the love she had for her boyfriend and replaced it with repulsion at the slightest tough. The monster devoured her content and fed her anxiety and malice in its place. It stole her light and filled her with darkness.<br />
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Deep beneath the scar, under the red and pink and silver lines above her navel, an evil parasite had been planted. The light reflected off of the silver razor blade as she held it to her stomach. Orderlies pounded hard on the door but Leanne ignored them. Red and pink flashed in the mirror before her as she cut and tore to get the monster out.<br />
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<i>If you take a shot at this prompt, please leave a link below so I can take a gander. All comments and feedback are welcome :) </i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-89572685995779726262012-01-21T14:29:00.002-05:002012-01-21T14:29:32.425-05:00Mind muscle memory“Practice makes perfect?” Maybe. But idleness does cause atrophy. Back when I was writing everyday, stories came naturally to me. Everything I saw and did related somehow to writing. Movies, books, a walk on the beach, the texture of food, the smell of my dog, and how certain events made me feel. <br />
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It’s been a couple of months since I’ve written anything fictitious, and now when I try, my brain freezes up – it doesn’t flow like it used to. Ideas don’t just pop into my head, and a story doesn’t simply appear by staring at a blank screen. <br />
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Upon reflection, I believe the creative writing muscle in our minds is not unlike a bicep. If you work it out every day, you’ll tone and define it. Maybe at first you won’t be able to lift a car one-handed, but as you keep building the muscle in different ways, it will become stronger. You can lift up the couch easily while you vacuum underneath it, it’s not a car, but it’s a start. <br />
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Until you stop. <br />
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Then the muscle returns to normal, maybe weaker than before, and you find yourself handing off a jar of pickles for someone else to open. <br />
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That is until one day, you wake up and remember, you wanted to be able to lift a car one-handed. You walk over to the couch, and try with all your might to lift it, and it doesn’t budge. You’re left with an ache in your shoulder and a small congregation of dust bunnies under your sofa. The good news? Muscle memory. If you’ve done it once, you can do it again. Your muscles remember what to do, even if you don’t, and with a little exercise, practice and discipline, they can jump right back on track. Your bicep muscles don’t forget, and neither does your creative writing muscles.<br />
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So here’s to starting back at square one. Am I willing to start all over again, to exercise that creative writing muscle in my mind until it is toned and defined? Damn straight I am. Are you?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-51242128411604344522012-01-21T09:18:00.000-05:002012-01-21T09:18:57.435-05:00Social Writing Experiment take #1Thanks to Adi Peshkess we did what he calls an “Exquisite Corpse” yesterday. Some of you may know it as a “Round Robin”.<br />
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Below are the rules that were required, followed by the final results of the experiment. It was an interesting first go!<br />
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<i>So here's the dealio - those who choose to participate are going to collectively write a story.<br />
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Please keep your entry over 10 words, but under 250. <br />
Please please please refresh your page before posting so that the story flows. Pick up from the last post and keep it going! :)<br />
Feel free to post more than once, but allow five people to post between your last post and your newest one. <br />
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When the story comes to an end, I'll post it all together on my blog and here on G+ as a memory of a fun little G+ experiment.<br />
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Give +Adi Peshkess all the props here as it is completely his idea!<br />
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The story will start in the comments below, feel free to add as soon as you can!<br />
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The Results:<br />
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The woman waddled down the sidewalk, red wagon in tow behind her. She avoided the snow drifts, stepping around them precariously. The stiff plastic tires on the wagon grated heavily on the pavement.<br />
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Every few steps, she looked around as if she thought she might be followed, and an on-looker who didn't know better might even think she was sniffing the air.<br />
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She didn't always take this route but the recent riots forced her to find an alternative path. She longed for the warmth of the home she once had and sleep weighed heavily on her eyelids.<br />
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In the wagon, a scraggly puppy whined under a threadbare woolen blanket, and eyed the bag of groceries with a longing of Shakespearean dimensions. The French baguette and Italian salami were teasingly close to its snout, but every sniff earned the mongrel a reproachful word from Nanette's lips.<br />
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It had been years since she had last visited him, and the memory of the wood stove burning, the warmth of his tiny kitchen, the safety of his hidden home, urged her steps on. "Hush!" she whispered to the pup she had just rescued. "We're almost there”<br />
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She stoppe'd, and she could see they didn't followe'd her anymore! The ice cold sweat on her forhead started to come into her eyes. The street laying there cold and dark, the only thing she could hear was her own breath<br />
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Nanette reached down and gave the puppy a quick pet, smiling a little as it licked her gloves, then hurried on. Suddenly, a figure stepped out from a snowdrift in front of her. He was covered with fresh flakes, but it hadn't snowed for the past few minutes, so he had to have been standing there, waiting, for a quite a while.<br />
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She recoiled, fearful recognition in her eyes. "I told you to leave me alone," she wailed. In the wagon, the puppy growled<br />
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He stoppe'd for a while, he came closer to her. She could smell the whisky from his mouth as he grab around her neck. Pleace, she said, I didn't do it!<br />
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Nannette tried to look away, but she averted her gaze seconds too late. The man stared deep into her eyes revealing a universe of psychedelic floating checkerboards and liquid rainbows. Nannette's world spun wildly around her, before it turned to black.<br />
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Gerard smiled at her fear. He was well aware of the effect he had on women, and used it to his advantage. <br />
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"Another mouth to feed, Nanette?" he asked, showing his teeth in a sneer. "That bread won't go far if you keep spreading it so thin. Where did you find the whelp anyhow? Strays don't last long on the streets these days. Not everyone can find sausage, you know."<br />
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Gerard removed a wristwatch from his pocket. Its spring band rattled in his palsied grip. <br />
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He spread his lips in a cancerous smile. "You don't have to worry about meeting Jordan, Nanette. Not anymore."<br />
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A worn leather leash, attached to the sturdy wagon, bought the frenzy of oversized paws and matted fur crashing to the ground. Gerald smiled, let Nanette sink into the grey slush, and slowly approached the snarling puppy.<br />
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"Well, well, well. You WILL be useful. This is turning into a wonderful day."<br />
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Gerard, blinded by his malice, tripped over a can of red tart cherries which had rolled from the cart. He flailed but to no effect, and consciousness left him as his head hit the edge of the cart with a sickening plastic crack.<br />
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Nanette forced away the taste of bile in her throat as she dared to hope for a reprieve. Urgency seized her, and she did not feel the cold in her limbs as she sprang to free the puppy and flee...<br />
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Then, still with much fear and disgust, she carefully approached Gerard - or, to be precise, as she soon found out, Gerard's still warm body: his skull fractured, a thin vein of blood slowly flowing from the wound, breathless. Nanette felt relieved but the moment of reprieve was brief:<br />
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for her puppy decided right then to pee on the poor corpse, marking the death as his own to all his fellow dog brethren, so he would go down in the annals of history as "the dog that killed a man with a can of cherries" After Nanette tugged hard on the dog's leash to keep him away from the body...<br />
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she continued her initial course of fleeing the scene. Waddling faster and faster, her feet pounded hard against the cold pavement, slushing through the snow drifts that she no longer bothered to avoid. Her breath blew out in cloudy little puffs before her face and her nostrils began to stick together with every intake of crisp air.<br />
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She became vaguely aware of the sound of steps coming from her left, and then, all of a sudden, startled hearing Jordan yelling her name. She turned, and there he was, walking with Gerard behind him. But Gerard had different clothes, somewhat more suited for the weather, and no visible wound on his head.<br />
"Jordan" she cried "what's going on?" - but soon it became clear to her that Jordan had a gun pointed at his back. And another strange thought started sneaking up on Nanette: the person holding the gun might not be Gerard, in spite of the apparent morphological similarity.<br />
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Just then, her attention was drawn away from the tableau by a more immediate concern: the child in her swollen belly kicked insistently, taking her breath for a moment. When she could focus again, the two were much closer. But the man in back still looked too much like Gerard for her comfort.<br />
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<i>That’s as far as we got in one day. It took some interesting turns! <br />
Here is a list of the participants: </i> <br />
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Nina Pelletier <br />
Tessie L'Amour<br />
Raul Marengo Lopez<br />
Adi Peshkess<br />
Miriam Dunn<br />
Liv Berg<br />
Kathlyn Hawley<br />
Drew Nicholson<br />
Chris Allinotte<br />
Karl Vaden<br />
Tony Escobales<br />
Gianmario Scotti<br />
Kathlyn Hawley<br />
Nykki BAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-62005469224022762812012-01-16T09:20:00.002-05:002012-01-16T09:20:52.888-05:00An overview on overviewsFellow writers and readers, this is about how important an overview of your book is to literary snobs like me (and others I know, like my mother). <br />
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I was recently directed to a book by a fellow social networker, the author, that I considered purchasing. Writers helping writers and all that stuff, stuff that I actually do believe in. When I got to the overview of the book, it was poorly written. Or at least, poorly edited. There were words missing, and the sentences didn’t flow. Did I buy the book? Nope. Would I have downloaded the book onto my Kobo and read it for free? Nope.<br />
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The reason is two-fold. First, I’m a slow reader. Not like, super-slow, but I take my time and really delve into what I’m reading. So my reading time is valuable to me, and I don’t want to waste it. Second, I’m a writer. Or at least I aspire to write. The advice from successful authors is to read, read, read! I don’t want to read something that is poorly written and pick up bad habits. For example, if I’m having an issue with punctuation in dialogue, I’ll pop open a book I have handy to find an example and see how it’s done. That doesn’t work if the book is poorly written, and I can not expect to learn very much if the overview hasn’t even been edited.<br />
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Now I’ll be the first to admit, when Letters to my 10-year-old Self first hit smashwords, there were a few spelling errors in the introduction and overview. These were minor booboos that I missed when I edited it, just once… but that my mother caught immediately and pointed out to me right away. (Thanks mom!) I guess with the excitement of the book being finished and ready to send out into the world, the other stuff didn’t really matter that much. But if even one person didn’t download the book because of those little errors, I wouldn’t blame them one bit. <br />
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So to sum up, as a writer, take every single step seriously. Abate the excitement that comes with your finished project and put as much focus on each step as you do on the actual book itself, because snobs like me, (and my mother) will assume you did.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-63360579624943802752012-01-14T08:14:00.003-05:002012-01-14T08:32:29.669-05:00Literature as Visual Inspiration<b>Literature as Visual Inspiration</b><br />
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Sit back in your seat and get nice and cozy,<br />
Don't muss and don't fuss and don't get up to mosey.<br />
Let your mind soar with imagination sprung wide,<br />
Press play and hold on for one hell of a ride!<br />
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Similes! Fill in the blanks below with imaginative similes and post in the comments! (Or do them on your own if you don't feel like sharing)<br />
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#1 - Being with him was like ____ .<br />
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#2 - She was as nervous as ______ .<br />
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#3 - The snow fell like _____ .<br />
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#4 - Her eyes were as blue as ____ .<br />
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#5 - His hair _____ in the wind like _____ .<br />
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Have fun with it! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-34717169939454007452012-01-11T17:41:00.000-05:002012-01-11T17:41:13.176-05:00The Great Lenore, by JM TohlineThe Great Lenore by JM Tohline<br />
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I don’t do typical book reviews. There is always a story attached to them, because honestly, it’s been my experience that internal and external factors weigh into any appreciation of art.<br />
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With that said, I read JM Tohline’s The Great Lenore as my first e-book ever on my Kobo. I downloaded it months ago on my home computer, but found reading a book on my home computer just wasn’t for me. For Christmas I got the Kobo Vox (that’s the Canadian version of the Kindle Fire). I was anxious to finally be able to get into The Great Lenore , and I started over from the beginning.<br />
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What a ride! First, I will admit I had a hard time following some of the story and had to flip back a few pages to figure out where I was. Whether this is because A) It was in a new format for me, B) I was going through some health issues or C) it really just wasn’t written as easy-to-follow, I’m really not sure. But at this point, I’m giving Tohline’s skills the benefit of the doubt and blaming the lack of focus on a mixture of the two first points I mentioned. <br />
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The writing is beautiful. The tempo is beautiful. I don’t want to call it poetic because poetry often needs to be dissected to be understood. The Great Lenore is beautifully written and in its own way poetic without being ostentatious. I think that’s the best way to describe it.<br />
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The opening line traps you in.. Without knowing what the book was about, (and for a while, had me thinking it was a ghost story) it gave me the sense of excitement and a secret. It lied to me without lying, as do a lot of the suggestions throughout the book which keeps the flow of suspense constant without being in-your-face.<br />
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This novel is beauty. Beauty in writing. Beauty in the world. Beauty in the beautiful and in the ugly parts of the human experience.<br />
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On a different note, as I closed the book last night and was about to drift off to sleep, I thought about Lenore. There’s just something about Lenore. Which made me think of the movie “There’s something about Mary”. Then I compared the two and came to the conclusion that JM Tohline’s Lenore, is the equivalent of a much more sophisticated and elegant version of the cult film’s Mary. There’s just something about her that makes you want to keep on tracking her story.<br />
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I recommend you give it read, especially as a winter novel.<br />
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This post started out as a Book Review, but instead, turned into a philosophical rant… yet again. <br />
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In case you haven’t noticed this about me by now, and if you have, you’ve either found it endearing or annoying, I often take a situation, flip it inside out, back to front and look at it from a million angles until I drive myself batty with an internal battle between inner voices. Think Fight Club, for intellectuals, the arena being the mind. <br />
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The subject of conflict these days? Movies vs Novels. Here’s the story, I read the book The Help. It was an amazing read. I know there was a lot of controversy about the book, jabs thrown at the author that I won’t even dignify with discussing here, but I really loved the story.<br />
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When I was done reading the book, I watched the movie. I enjoyed it. It missed some few key points when I looked back on it, points that I cheered for in the novel, but I still enjoyed the movie. <br />
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Here’s the clincher, at the same time I was reading The Help, I was also reading The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. The Ya-Yas is one of my favorite movies, so I figured reading the book would be fun. It was not. I did not like the book. <br />
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Is what we are exposed to first, whether it be the film or the novel, the key to our perception and subsequently, the end result of our enjoyment? Please let me know what you think.<br />
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I’m sure most or at least some of you are sick of the holidays and the holiday posts. I’ve refrained from posting many, or any, but this subject has been haunting me for days.<br />
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What is a New Year’s resolution? Well, it’s no more than a promise we make to ourselves for improvement.<br />
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But why, oh why, do people make New Year’s resolutions? It’s my opinion that there are two factors here:<br />
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#1 – Somehow in the deep bowels of our minds, we see New Year’s as a fresh start, and we want to begin that fresh start on the right path. (That’s the obvious one)<br />
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#2 – (And maybe not quite so obvious to everyone) is that leading up to the new year is a stressful time, when all schedules are thrown to hell and our worlds are chaotic. That’s right, The Holidays! They can wreak havoc on our good habits and switch our goals from inside to out. What can start as simply, “I don’t have time for this right now, I’ll deal with it after the holidays,” can turn into a form of beating yourself over the head with a frying pan for not getting any of your usual business attended to. (Exercise, eating well, working, cleaning, staying in touch with friends, volunteering your time, ad nauseum.) In effect, all of these little slips can easily snowball into a New Year’s Resolution.<br />
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I’ve looked up quite a few stats on New Year’s Resolutions, and I’ve got to say, it’s not pretty folks. The numbers appear to be stacked against all resolutioners. But let’s ignore the half-empty glass for now and focus on how to do it right. I’ll admit I’m no expert on getting my goals accomplished, but a sneak peek at what it feels like, visited me with my accomplishment of NaNoWriMo this year. And it feels GOOD.<br />
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So how is it done? Let’s look at what the experts say:<br />
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#1 – Write a list of what you want to achieve. Sounds easy right? Think again… this takes time. And if you have any bit of philosopher inside you like I do, the question can be more intimidating than a grimacing twelve-foot giant with small-man syndrome.<br />
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#2 – Ok so let’s assume you’ve got your goals all written down. Some may be simple, some a little more complex. Now it’s time to use that other side of your brain and figure out how to achieve those goals realistically. Be Specific! Saying: “I’m going to eat better,” is not specific. Learning how to eat better, then applying those goals, that’s specific. REMEMBER: A resolution is not a wish, you can’t resolve to lose 20 pounds in a week and think that by making it a resolution it will automatically happen. Re-look at that list, make sure it’s realistic and alter what is not. Then research where necessary to find out HOW to reach those goals – then, you guessed it, more lists. <br />
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#3 - So now we’ve got the basic list of what we want to achieve, and with a bit of work and some research, we have a realistic list of ways to get what we want. Now get even more specific. Timeline it. Realistically. If you did your research in step two, you already have an idea of when and where and what you can do to achieve your goals. So now is the time to timeline it. Here’s an example:<br />
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Step #1 - Resolution: I want to read a book a month for the year of 2012.<br />
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Step#2 – Research: I want to read these specific books. I can afford them or I can make it to the library to get them. There are 500 pages in the first book, that’s between 16 and 17 pages a day.<br />
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Step#3 – I must read 16 to 17 pages a day, that’ll take me 25 minutes a day. I can sneak that in on my lunch hour with time to spare, or, if I get too busy at lunch, I can read for 25 minutes after dinner before doing the dishes. (You get the idea). (Write it down, that’s right, list it.) Now add: I will go to the bookstore/Library on December 29th between 1pm and 2pm to get the first book. I will go the bookstore/Library on January 30th to get the second book. (I know it sounds redundant and like unnecessary listing, but do it anyway.)<br />
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Step#4 – Reward yourself. If you’ve done the above, you now have a journal of sorts, whether you planned to or not. Write in a reward system for a goal you’ve achieved, heck reward yourself for getting through the list!<br />
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Here are some FREE online tools you can use:<br />
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http://lifetick.com/ <br />
http://www.goal-buddy.com/<br />
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Good luck and Happy New Year!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08079822179925319286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011491502682921793.post-17830936444278678422011-12-21T23:15:00.000-05:002011-12-21T23:15:10.017-05:00The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett - A Book ReviewPillars of the Earth<br />
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It took me… oh a few months to read it, and I believe I wrote one or two blogs about it while I was reading it, but last month during NaNoWriMo, I finally finished Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett. What a ride! <br />
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An epic tale to say the very least. This novel is brilliant and spans over a lifetime. Some parts made me cringe, some made me cry and some made me WHOOP and cheer. From the very first line “The small boys came early to the hanging.” You know you’re in for a ride. (I actually used that first line as a prompt in the Thursday version of the Prompt-and-Share, and the results were unforgettable.)<br />
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The characters in this novel are so fleshed out that you think about them on a regular basis. I had a personal connection with the building aspects of the storyline because my honey is a stonemason, so it did add that extra touch.<br />
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If you haven’t read it yet, this is a great novel to get you through the cold winter. <br />
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