tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130927462011-04-21T15:02:24.709-04:00From Ohio, I started a blog at Angelfire to write about writing. The blog was started on March 7, 2005. I will continue that endeavor from here. I try to write something about writing every day. Sometimes, it gets personal; sometimes I write a story.Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.comBlogger3151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1166715465831515462006-12-21T10:35:00.000-05:002007-01-12T01:19:39.526-05:00

The box contained a scarf, hat, pipe, broom, plastic carrot, two pieces of coal, and several buttons. The box was marked "Happy's Magic Kit." The Smith's had no idea where the box came from and even less of an idea of what it all meant. Little Johnny, on the other hand, knew exactly what the box was for. He only needed to wait until the time was right. He looked to the heavens and winked.Each

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I’d finally reached a point in my life where I could take all that was good and rebel against it. Life was pretty good even if I wouldn’t exactly admit it. I was a teenager after all. I could take the smallest incident and turn it into life’s largest drama. It was expected. I could get away with it. Hormones would take the blame for most of it.And then, my parents split. All of a sudden, I was no

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In order to be successful, we need to modify our behavior in ways that we can accept. If we can live with the changes we make, we will continue on that course of action. Changing your health is all about making sensible choices. As soon as we forbid ourselves something or lose our flexibility, we've jinxed the action. If we can change how we eat and how we live by making real-life everyday

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1149733264994233032006-06-07T22:10:00.000-04:002006-06-25T11:55:17.456-04:00

Diets don't work. Gadgets don't work. What does work is moderation and sensible choices. If we were given a choice between a brownie and two cookies, which one would be better for us? In actuality, neither choice is good, but we can compare the benefits of both and choose the lesser of the two evils.Diets invariable set one up to fail. One may see success, for a time, and as soon as the diet

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My world has just been totally turned upside down. I don't know when I will be back.

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The night is quiet and still. Occasionally the wind will stir the trees in the distance. I know it is there, but I don't feel it. A train passes a couple of miles away. I only know this because the whistle claims my ear as if the train is right next to me. I don't know why this whistle bothers me so much but I get the shivers every time it encounters me alone in the dark.During the day, the

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So here we are at the end of the first week of the new year. I haven't caught up on the poetry I was supposed to write and the only story I wrote was based strongly on a journal entry I read. Of course, I did get two days out of it, but still. Sorry, Angie.During the week, we tend to be so busy that we often don't have time to think about how we feel or what's going on. Come the weekend, we

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Ah, time off again is here. I'm very glad that I don't have to work tomorrow. This is only a small satisfaction from an otherwise very long week. Winter is back today. We saw some snow and it got quite cold. My car doors were frozen this morning as were my windshield wipers. Once I got inside the car, I still had to get all of the ice of the windows (well, most of it). That's a great way

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I left work on 12/21/05 in the midst of two parts of a project. We'll call it two projects to keep it simpler. I went back on 1/3/06 to those two projects plus two more that are due this month. And one of those has to be done twice! Needless to say, I've been extremely busy and getting stressed. All that rest I got while I was out fell to the way side on the 3rd. I'm in desperate need for

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I knew I couldn't stick around and watch my grandfather wither away. He wasn't the man I had just seen. He was the man I remembered from all those years ago. We spent many summers hiking through the woods and fishing in the lake. That was the man I wanted to remember...to remember anything less would be too painful. This was only a fraction of his former self.Even though it was painful to

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The man sitting in front of me was one I had known my entire life. The man sitting in front of me was only a shrunken image of the man I had known. He was dying and we both knew it. I took his had and tried to convey with ineffectual words all that needed to be said and done. I knew this man and he knew me. We loved each other. The years, however, had not been kind to either of us. We no

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I am so not ready to go back to work. I enjoyed my time away from the office and don't want to see it end. I didn't get as much done as I would have liked either. Be that as it may, I go back to work tomorrow. I go back to getting up at an unglodly hour to travel the elements to get to my job. Ugh!I hope all is going well for you. I don't think many are reading these days, but if you're

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I didn't expect to go visiting today, but that's exactly what we did. We got back home around 4 and it was time to start cooking. I would have preferred a more leisurely day, but it was all good either way. My dinner was absolutely wonderful. My recipe for Swedish meatballs has never let me down. I had them simmering after only an hour and a half. Now if I could just cut down on the prep

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It has been a great year. I started this blog this past year and have made some wonderful new friends. Of course, my list of friends I've never met keeps growing, but that's okay. They are true friends.We winding down to the last two hours of 2005. I hope your year was wonderful and that better things are in store for you in 2006. I've done some good things this past year, both personally

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The year is almost over and so is my vacation. I don't go back to work until Tuesday, but Monday is the actual holiday. I didn't accomplish half of what I wanted to while I was off. I probably didn't accomplish half of what I wanted to this year either. Next year, though, shows all kinds of promise.The nice thing about new years is that it is almost a starting over of sorts. It is a new

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The year is almost over. I'm seriously hoping this coming weekend will be much more relaxing than it has been around here. Our out-of-towners are leaving tomorrow. That just leaves the normal laundry and grocery shopping to get done. I have already decided that we're doing New Year's dinner at home. I'm going to made my Swedish Meatballs. I've only been making them for his birthday the last

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I'm fussing with a new CD-RW/DVD-ROM drive tonight. We're having some audio issues. Hopefully, we'll be back in business tomorrow.

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As much as I complain about lack of readers, I have had almost 300 visitors this past month on this blog. While my other two blogs are far, far behind, I'm not terribly upset by that. I, of course, owe so much to Billy Jones for his links on my Christmas stories. So, thank you, Billy, for the boost this past month. It has indeed been a memorable holiday experience in my little corner of

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Christmas is over for the most part. We have a gift exchange with out-of-towners on Wednesday and a Holiday Open House on Thursday. I don't mind being done for the year except that I have lost my writing topic for the moment. Because of Billy's 30 Days of Christmas, most of my work for the last month has been along that theme. I feel I'm done some good work over the past month.I'm not sure

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Merry Christmas, everyone!I hope your day is filled with everything you're looking for today.Believe it or not, I missed a day!

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When you want the snow, it doesn't happen. Temperatures are warming up and we're expecting rain. After two days like this, there will be very little white stuff left on the ground. I don't especially dream of a white Christmas, but the movie was wonderful. There is just something so pretty about snow on Christmas. It fits hand in hand with Santa, the reindeer, and the sleigh.Tomorrow is

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For a couple years, I was very happy. Both of them played with me. Even when I got scraped and bruised, it was okay because we were having fun. Then one day, one of my front wheels broke off. The kids couldn't figure out how to have fun with me any more. For a day or two, they turned me upside down and leaned me against things as a sort of fort. They soon tired of that.What I would give to

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The tree just didn't look right with only one gift underneath. Normally, there were more presents than ornaments since he enjoyed shopping for nonsense gifts. For the last three months of the year for the past three years, every time he saw something that he thought she would like, he bought it.This year was different. He had started to pick up items on more than one occasion, but he knew

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It was Christmas Eve. Mom and Dad said I had to go to sleep or Santa would not come. I tried. I really tried. I was too excited to sleep. Every noise the house made received prompt attention. I listened real hard to hear if that noise was Santa. Every time, I was disappointed.I could hear Mom and Dad downstairs talking. That was comforting sound since I hear that every night when I drift

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I've received two rejections in the past week. One was for some poetry and the other for a review that I wrote. These rejections don't help in the motivation department. I have a couple of submissions outstanding, but I don't hold my breath. I haven't even been writing all that much poetry lately. The blog has taken up much of my writing time. I feel I've done some decent stories, though.

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For your reading pleasure, I have written several Christmas stories over the past few weeks. The list of stories on my sidebar include the newest Christmas additions. If you find a story that you enjoyed, please let me know. Christmas is only a week away. I hope to get some additional inspiration to provide even more stories as the week progresses. In the meantime, I hope you all have a

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Santa was looking for the perfect gift for his wife. He was running out of time and had no ideas what to give her. After last year, Mrs. Claus let him know that his gifts were lacking and she would not tolerate it any more. He was Santa Claus after all. He could certainly come up with a decent gift for his wife.Over the years, Mrs. Claus had gotten a variety of misfit toys and cast offs for

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There are so many things I would like to do. I would like to make all the hurt go away. It just doesn't work like that. Some of the things I'd like to do don't happen because there just aren't enough hours in a day. I'm too selfish to give up my sleep in order to go the extra round. Earlier tonight, I learned that John Spencer died. Ironically, his character on the West Wing suffered a heart

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I've got four more days of work this year and so much to do yet. I hope I last that long. My temporary help ends tomorrow. We originally hired them for two weeks and have kept them for a month and a half. They were a big help. Unfortunately, a lot of the stuff we have to do ourselves.Every day, I seem to run out of time. There's so much to do even after I get home and not enough time. I'm

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Santa woke up with a headache. The elves were working much too late last night. They were also making way too much noise. As much as Santa wanted to yell at them for his own predicament, he knew he couldn't. The elves had really come through for him this year and deserved to be rewarded. Santa's headache would wear itself out soon enough.Everyone would have the afternoon off today. Mrs.

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The lights twinkle amid branches, garland, tinsel, and ornaments. A star shines with brilliance at the top. Angels are scattered throughout to ensure that all is well. Santa is expected soon and the children are well aware the time is near. However, days are too long for children to comprehend and they await Santa and his reindeer daily. Their excitement is contagious. They, the children,

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As I watch the curtain of white blanket the earth, I notice how pretty the trees are with their natural trim. White turns to grey as traffic moves through the lane. Looking up, white again meets the grey of the clouds discernible against the night sky. The stars won't twinkle tonight as there are no gaps in the gray. The moon will not smile its cheesy smile for us to see either.A low-flying

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I just don't understand it. All of these women, and some men, spend hours making our families and our houses and then they kill us off by eating us alive. Aren't we too good looking to be eaten? Shouldn't we be preserved. As beautiful as we are, why do we have to be eaten?Of course, I never did understand why we never got any decent clothing. Mainly we were given buttons. What did they

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1134268396232435832005-12-10T21:24:00.000-05:002005-12-10T21:33:16.270-05:00

The strange thing about my blog is that I usually have no idea what I'm going to write until I just start writing. Often times, something will have happened just before I come online that influences my topic for the day. It could be a movie I've just seen, something I've just read, or osmosis.Not terribly long ago, I started a story. I wrote what turned out to be the first of six parts. Okay,

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How would we feel about Christmas if our presents were just neatly stacked under the tree with now wrapping paper, boxes, and bows? It wouldn't be as exciting. Half of the fun of Christmas is not knowing what's inside until the last moment. The tree becomes adorn with gaily wrapped packages that add so much color to our lives. Once all the presents are distributed, the tree looks a bit

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Billy always knew he was a little different. He has vague memories for growing up with people much smaller than himself. It was only when he became too tall for the workshop that Santa and Mrs. Claus decided he needed to be relocated to an environment more suited to his talents and height.Billy was never very good putting toys together. He even had trouble cutting out the pieces. The one

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Santa didn't know it yet, but he was suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder. The North Pole has very short periods of sunlight and it is always winter; the season has taken its toll on the not-so-jolly old man. Santa was getting crankier and creakier with each passing day.Being as old as he was, it is only natural that his joints would start making noise. If he wasn't so cranky, he would

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There's more of that white stuff coming. It has only been the last few years where snow has become one of the most unbecoming of the four-letter words. We've barely gotten started and I'm tired of it already. In another two weeks, I'll be off for the rest of the year and then it can snow all it wants. I'm trying to keep my sanity between work, home, and the holidays. Of course, it didn't help

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1133839340027870812005-12-05T22:10:00.000-05:002005-12-05T22:22:40.300-05:00

Billy the Blogging Poet is once again doing the 30 days of Christmas. He has generously included two of my posts in his collection for the holidays. I think we should all go over and pay him a visit here. While you're there, make sure you check out Reindeer Shoe. This is an incredible story involving the spirit of Christmas. I guarantee you'll love it.

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1133752179710076372005-12-04T22:07:00.000-05:002005-12-20T17:15:14.880-05:00

Times are rough. Every year it gets more and more difficult to take care of the holiday obligations. I suppose part of it is my fault for having such a large family, but some things happen and it doesn’t make sense to pour over those issues. The kids and I have always been big on homemade gifts for Christmas and birthdays. All of the girls know how to knit and sew. It is amazing how many

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I think Christmas was deliberately put in December so that winter wouldn't be quite as bleak as it is. Up here on the North Coast, we get snow, cold, and everything in between. With the temperature changes, we get illness. I think my turn came this morning. One side of my nose let loose this morning. This makes no sense. This is the second time recently that half of my face betrayed the

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It was a very messy and slow ride home tonight. We have a lake-affect snow warning on until 4 a.m. Saturday morning. Rush hour was anything but a rush. It was, however, filled with many inconsiderate people who blocked intersections and wouldn't let people get over when they needed to do so. I think I was on to something the other day, though. My radio station was playing continuous

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1133495955324843262005-12-01T22:58:00.000-05:002005-12-01T22:59:15.353-05:00

and a bottle of rum. I'll have to go look for that rum. It has been a super long day. I'll see you all tomorrow. Happy Holidays.

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1133408878574377642005-11-30T22:32:00.000-05:002005-11-30T22:47:58.606-05:00

The holidays are upon us and life continues to get in the way. As magical as Christmas is, there's so much to get through before we can feel the magic. The commercialization of the holiday doesn't help much in this respect. Rising prices make it even more difficult. However, it is the season of giving and a time to rejoice. If only we could do just two things. First, we should experience

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1133321501360697782005-11-29T22:21:00.000-05:002005-11-29T22:31:41.393-05:00

Seems strange that all of the symbols in our society are heavy. I won't go so far to say they are obese because we've heard that term too much these days. Even angels are cherubs. They have round little bodies with round little faces. Do we have any symbols that resemble health?Santa Clause is the jolly fat man with the red nose and sparkling eyes. The fatness goes hand in hand with

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1133230628079190472005-11-28T21:00:00.000-05:002005-12-07T11:41:50.410-05:00

I spent my first day back at work listening to Christmas songs. It was wonderful. I've decided one of the things I like most about the holidays is the music. Of course, the decorations and the gifts help, but the music just does something to me. I can hear the same songs every year and never get tired of them. Of course, my favorite ones can be played over and over again. I think I hear

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There was a stately pine in the middle of the wood. This pine was taller than the other trees around it but it was never noticed much since the area was heavily wooded. Throughout the years, this tree has attracted many birds and other animals simply because of its height and stately demeanor. Birds have never built their nests in this tree although they often made offerings of scraps from

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1133060667538055412005-11-26T21:56:00.000-05:002005-11-27T13:47:22.500-05:00

This story starts here.From that night on, we saw each other several times a week for several months. We had a great relationship and talked about everything. Now, he wants to live together. I rather like that idea. We decided to live in my house until we could find something more suitable for us. My house has an extra bedroom that can be turned into an office. His house was very small. If

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132974169572904812005-11-25T21:52:00.000-05:002005-11-27T13:57:51.353-05:00

This story starts here.A few days later, I ran into Bill Smith again. He was very friendly. "Hello, Susan. I knew I'd see you again!""Oh, you were so sure of that, huh? How are you?" I decided to play along."Absolutely! If it hadn't happened soon, I would have kicked myself for not getting your number." He was almost apologetic in his response."Yes, I noticed that oversight and wondered

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132879790852057302005-11-24T19:31:00.000-05:002005-11-27T13:56:16.506-05:00

This story starts here.A few days later, I decided to treat myself to dinner out. I'm not one of those who feels real comfortable dining alone, but I find if I take a good book along for companionship, I can have a pleasant outing alone. I wandered into the local diner and settled into a corner booth. The waitress brought me some coffee and a menu and made my selections. While I waited for my

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132784109929413692005-11-23T16:57:00.000-05:002005-11-27T13:54:20.280-05:00

This story starts here.It was Saturday again and exactly one week since the storm. There had been disturbing circumstances all week long and several instances of wrong numbers as well. Determined not to let these events get the best of me, I got up on this morning with plans to take care of a bunch of errands. I hated spending my weekends in this way, but there was never motivation to take

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This story starts here.The knocking became more insistent. I looked around quickly for something I could grab to protect myself; I remembered I had a baseball bat in the hall closet. I got the bat and approached the door warily. Leaving the chain on, I cracked open the door. "May I help you?"The stranger in the trenchcoat said, "Good Evening, ma'am, I was wondering if Mr. Smith were at home."

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It was a dark and stormy night. The electricity had gone out over an hour ago, and the only light inside came from eerie candle flame playing hopscotch on the walls. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would add to the scary quality of the night. I happened to look out during one flash of lightning. Was that a man I saw standing in the rain staring at me? I should have taken comfort from the

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There will be days when it doesn't seem to be worthwhile. Hopefully, these days are few and far between. Maybe we haven't gotten the readers we had hoped to get. Maybe we haven't gotten the comments we hoped. Maybe we just need a little encouragement. Unfortunately, it is up to us to find our own encouragement.It may be that we need to share some of our earlier drafts with select people to

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132457009179511922005-11-19T22:09:00.000-05:002005-11-19T22:23:29.213-05:00

We can't reinvent the wheel. We'd be stealing someone's idea if we did this and would probably land ourselves in a lot of trouble. What we need to do is learn how to say the same things in new and fresh language. After you've read a few romance novels, you realize they have a lot in common with each other. Each writer, though, tells the story a little differently. The fresher we make the

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132373871072655032005-11-18T23:09:00.000-05:002005-11-18T23:17:51.123-05:00

Just about everything we do these days involves formulas. This is why so many old movies are remade. We take a formula that works and plug in some new faces to make a few bucks. The same is true with out writing.We learn formulas when we write. If a murder mystery is more successful when there are three suspects and two dead bodies, we incorporate these ideas into our formula. We know they

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132282936787786452005-11-17T21:45:00.000-05:002005-11-17T22:02:16.833-05:00

Much of what I've written since the beginning of the month has been written before. I wrote it before. What I write now is not the same as what I wrote before. The basic message might be the same, but the words are different. This is what we strive for, the difference in words. I don't care if you write about the same subject every day for the rest of your life. Each day will be a little

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132198729575734602005-11-16T22:29:00.000-05:002005-11-16T22:38:49.606-05:00

If what you want to write today doesn't fit into the grand scheme of things, write it anyway. Maybe we're currently working on our novel, but there's an idea for a short story that just screams to be released. Never be afraid to take a break from that major project to write a mini project. This is how some of the great pieces happen.We do need breaks from time to time to prevent ourselves from

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It is not every day that we write winning words. Some days we write crap. That doesn't mean that we shouldn't write every day. We've mentioned several times that editing can come later. What is crap today can take a life of its own later and become the beautiful piece it was meant to be. The editing makes the difference. Some days, we just don't have great ideas. Write them anyway. I have

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1132026248993067202005-11-14T22:21:00.000-05:002005-11-14T22:44:09.120-05:00

Words will often take on different meanings depending on how they are used. If we take words out of context, the meaning changes completely. Syntax and jargon become important too. We don't want to be overly technical in our writing unless, of course, we are writing a technical paper. Most of us aren't going to that extreme.We want to be careful that we are giving our readers enough

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131937046309113152005-11-13T21:47:00.000-05:002005-11-13T21:57:26.343-05:00

There are days much like today that no matter what you do, things just don't work out right. I spent many hours today straightening out computer problems that should never have happened. These days most definitely interfere with our desire to be productive. We shouldn't let them get the better of us, though.Some days, we just can't write. We still want to get some basic ideas down on paper,

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131847891688422802005-11-12T20:58:00.000-05:002005-11-12T21:11:31.720-05:00

Every so often, we need to step back and take a deep breath. We need to review the direction in which we're heading to see if it is still feasible. We need to take a quick break for just a minute to get silly and not burn out. When we're writing at a frenzied pace, it is entirely possible to get caught up in the number of words we feel we need to produce that we lose sight of the message we

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131768657805661212005-11-11T22:48:00.000-05:002005-11-11T23:10:57.846-05:00

It is almost always better to use active voice is our writing. Fortunately, most word processing programs have grammar programs built in. They help us to structure our sentences better. So, three things come to mind here. For this month, we are going to write until we drop. Grammar won't be an issue until we get to editing, but it never hurts to start good habits early. We want to use

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We are told that a picture is worth a thousand words. When we write, we don't always have the luxury of using pictures, so we have to write our images. The better we get at doing this, the closer we get to those thousand words. When we write poetry, a very important lesson we learn is that we need to show rather than tell. Show and tell aren't simply terms from elementary school any more.

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131593094434806612005-11-09T22:04:00.000-05:002005-11-09T22:24:54.480-05:00

It cannot be said too often to write what you know. When we write what we know, we do it better because we are familiar with the subject. If we know about it, we are probably interested in the subject as well. It just makes sense to write what we know about.We know what we know. We can expand on what we know by reading and listening. We know what we experience, but we also know what others

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131501297755001312005-11-08T20:31:00.000-05:002005-11-08T20:54:57.783-05:00

Along the same lines that we spoke of yesterday, writing allows us to use our imagination to the greatest extent. Some people talk a good line of bull every day. They get away with it simply because they throw enough truth or believability into the crap that people tolerate it without delving too deep below the surface. We can do the same in our writing.We can write anything we want. We just

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131418856692351732005-11-07T21:49:00.000-05:002005-11-07T22:00:56.740-05:00

In order to be a success at anything, we have to do our homework. In order to write a convincing story set in historical times, we need to research that time period. What did the people wear? How did they get around? How long did things take? How did they manage without modern conveniences? How long did they live?We don't want to reiterate the same things that everyone else is saying, but

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131298076177739062005-11-06T12:19:00.000-05:002005-11-06T13:16:59.846-05:00

No matter what we are writing about, we have a duty to cover all of the bases. We need to supply the who, what, where, when, how, and why. This is where we begin to develop our story and give it substance. When looking at who, we are looking at the cast of characters in the story. We have two components that are very important here. Introduction of the character is important. Imagine

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131237041690998842005-11-05T19:14:00.000-05:002005-11-05T19:30:41.716-05:00

We want to entertain our readers. We want to paint pictures for them with our words and carry them with us on a journey through our minds and our pages. In order to do that, we have a lot of work to do. As writers, we don't simply write; we create. There are several things that come to mind right about now. We always want to remember to keep it simple. We don't want to treat our readers

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131163076462062042005-11-04T22:30:00.000-05:002005-11-04T22:57:56.496-05:00

We are writers and many of us are poets as well. We tend to see things differently. We don't just see a rose. We see an explosion of red velvet which seeks admiration from solar fingers of warmth. We see the imagery or the description of the item rather than just the item. We see the story and not just a thing.This is good. This is very good. This means that we can get our ideas (

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1131074245142146702005-11-03T21:43:00.000-05:002005-11-03T22:18:42.910-05:00

When we write, we generally have some specific idea in mind. We have a topic or a subject. We may even have a story line. Depending on what outcome we wish to achieve, we need to make sure there is sufficient substance in our idea to be able to carry it through. For instance, my idea is to show how one would go about writing that novel in the month of November. I would never be able to do a

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130982380899135912005-11-02T20:43:00.000-05:002005-11-02T21:53:56.796-05:00

Once we get our work area organized and ready, we need to find ways to keep ourselves motivated for writing. Make a regular schedule for writing. Try to write at the same time every day. Make a promise to stick to the schedule.Some of us might write better when we have background music. Find music that works for you. If complete quiet is your thing, turn the phone off while you write so

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130896839786240112005-11-01T20:45:00.000-05:002005-11-01T21:00:39.826-05:00

There's much talk about writing a book in the month of November. I'm not at all sure I even have a book in me. I just spout a whole bunch of nonsense and hope that is helps someone. I suppose I shouldn't complain too much, I've posted something every day since March 7. Much of what I've written has contained some useful piece of information about writing. This was more of a fact at the

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130815566423989162005-10-31T22:18:00.000-05:002005-10-31T22:26:06.450-05:00

I hope everyone got enough candy tonight. Since I live in an apartment, we don't get trick or treaters. In previous years, I would make up a bag for Austin, but he moved so I didn't even get to do that this year. I miss the little bugger.I didn't even see any costumes at work. I did see some ears and horns, but nothing major. The closest I saw to a real costume was a picture of Angie's son.

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130723846094633242005-10-30T20:56:00.000-05:002005-10-30T20:57:26.120-05:00

8/10/01Missing pieces can cause great confusion not only in our puzzle, but in our lives, and our concentration. Of course, the size, or number, of the misplaced pieces play a role as does the odds of retrieval. Is it a temporary loss or something more permanent? Pieces sucked into a vacuum cleaner can work havoc on our final picture. Chances are that the vacuum will digest our piece or pieces as

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130643022351002362005-10-29T23:29:00.000-04:002005-10-29T23:30:22.386-04:00

7/29/01Anyone who has ever worked a jigsaw puzzle knows it is always easier to complete the puzzle when you have the final picture to refer to. With a reference point or the ability to see the whole picture, even loose pieces can be placed in the general vicinity of their final resting places.In the beginning, our task may seem to be insurmountable. We are taught constraint for years. Stay in the

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7/25/01Sometimes we need to take a moment to reflect on where we’ve been and where we are headed. The picture shown by reality may not be the masterpiece we had planned for that grand gallery opening. Nonetheless, these are the cards dealt to us and we must learn to accept our less-than-adequate lot.The person who does not try to add a splash of color to his own malevolent creation will be doomed

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130466451112341442005-10-27T22:18:00.000-04:002005-10-27T22:27:31.136-04:00

Sometimes I wonder how we make sense of it all. There is so much crap to interfere and tempt us away from what is important in life. We already know that what we hear is often a product of our environment at the time that we are listening. It isn't enough that we just hear. We must filter out extraneous noises. We must interpret tone of voice and body language. We must then decode our

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130380344265662792005-10-26T22:11:00.000-04:002005-10-26T22:32:24.316-04:00

It was getting dark earlier these days. I think they deliberately set clocks back right before Halloween just to make it scarier for the trick or treaters. I never was that fond of the dark, but my love of candy wins every year and I have just the plan for maximizing my stockpile this year. I would only feel better if I could shake this feeling of being watched.Even when I went to strangers'

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130294477252214032005-10-25T22:24:00.000-04:002005-10-25T22:41:17.266-04:00

We have to get some kind of enjoyment out of writing. Once it becomes too much of a chore, the game is over. Once it stops being fun, we might as well toss our pens into a drawer for the duration. Of course, it would be great and a little fun to actually get paid to do our writing. Most of us haven't experienced that one yet.No one ever said that writing was easy. And, no one ever said it

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When there are no words, we can rehash old ones. We make them better or write an old idea with new perspective. I rather like this idea. If we believe in what we write, it is possible to write about it many times and have just as many variances on the result. It also helps any regular readers that may be lurking in the shadows to really take heart with your ideas.Hey, I've heard this before.

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1130116558687835622005-10-23T21:06:00.000-04:002005-10-23T22:19:52.463-04:00

There's a lot of work to be done in writing. First, and foremost, we need to write the best work we've ever done. Next, we have to establish a network of contacts that can help further our careers as writers. Some of us probably need editors and publishers. With or without those, we have to become experts at self-marketing.Not too long ago, we had a crash course in Marketing. We covered the

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Not terribly long ago, we talked about our lives being made up of selection processes. Some of you may have noticed that Christmas decorations are already on display in many stores. IT ISN'T EVEN HALLOWEEN YET!Okay, now that I've gotten that off my chest, we've also talked about some of the other great blogs out there. I can't find the previous post, but Billy the Blogging Poet has been

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Everything we do needs to have some kind of effect. If we want people to continue to read our work, we must give them a reason to do so. If we can strike one chord, they might come back. If we can get one reader to think, we may have a return visitor. It isn't so much to want the attention; it is to do something that will keep the attention coming back.We could again go into all the

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Writing well has merits in itself. It doesn't, however, take us very far if nobody knows about it. I'd hate to think that many of us will remain unknown until long after we're dead. Even then, we'd only be discovered if someone pursued the matter.We all need to do better jobs at self-promotion. We don't necessarily even need a product to push. We need only to push our work. By product, I

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My kitchen drain has been slowing down lately. I attacked it with both a plunger and drain cleaner yesterday. After thinking about it, I determined the cause of the clogs. For months now, I have been drowning these tiny black bugs in the sink. They are kind of crunchy when you put your finger on them and they cling. They seem to fly, too, but spent the majority of their time attached to

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Somewhere along the way, we make a conscious decision about how much we're going to tell our readers. We don't want to tell them too much, but we don't want them filling in the blanks incorrectly either. It isn't necessary to be obvious, but we don't want our readers to be oblivious to our intent.We have to strike a balance. If we give our reader some room to fill in a few blanks, we are able

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John knew his lineage. His father was the king and he, the only son, was the prince. He knew this with every ounce of his being. And, now that his father was inches from death, he felt his calling stronger than ever. There were only two problems standing in his way. First, John was a toad. And, second, he didn't know that he was a toad.Throughout his life, the other toads have humored John.

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Life should not be devoid of fairy tales. I just caught the end of "Pretty Woman" and have confirmed that I want the fairy tale as much as Julia Roberts did. I think that most of the existing tales are geared for children. I may have to change that.I already have the one under my belt. Maybe it is time to write another. I know I just wrote to a friend and made the comment that I wasn't sure

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The days are already getting shorter and I'm left with the dream of sleeping. However, when I do have the opportunity to sleep, it is never as good as I imagine it will be. Naps are a wonderful concept, but I stopped taking them since I'd rather do my sleeping at night. Some days, though, they seem like a real good idea.I don't like going to work in the dark. Before long, I'll be coming home

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1129344424855658262005-10-14T22:30:00.000-04:002005-10-14T22:47:04.926-04:00

Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed. Isn't it Murphy's Law that if something can go wrong, it will? My co-worker left for vacation Thursday and will not be back for a week and a half. And, of course, something he was working on has come to a head and now this project is wanted yesterday. So, guess who gets it? First of all, this guy has been taking on a large load so that I could work

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Dreary clouds hung low overhead. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, including traffic. The first raindrops were being wiped away by the windshield wipers. Daylight would be late today. As the light changed to red, the snail-paced traffic stopped. And to think that I crawled out of a nice warm bed for this.The radio was playing the oldies. I remembered these songs from my teens and

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Once again and many moons from now, I will find a peaceful existence on this Earth. After the Armageddon, the Earth reached an impasse and remained dormant for centuries. Deep in the bowels of the Earth, seedlings began to grow. Defying gravity, tender sprouts traveled miles to break the surface with sturdy vegetation. Having traveled so far to find the light, the plants were much hardier

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The chains that bind me grow stronger every day. There comes a time when I can no longer feel my own body beneath their weight. I can sense movement only because I hear metal grating against metal. When I move, though, I also know that the gears turn to tighten their hold on me.There is an unbearable itch in my foot that demands attention. Soon, though, if I give into the itch, the chains

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1128997729494738012005-10-10T22:15:00.000-04:002005-10-10T23:02:41.673-04:00

I sometimes admit that I watch too much television. Too many years of Xfiles showed up last night in my posting. I didn't have a topic and latched onto some scenarios that were relatively fresh in my mind. And, wouldn't you know it...Billy the Blogging Poet linked to the post. That just made my day.I've been up at Zygote in my Coffee since October 3. If you'd like to see Pick Up the Pieces,

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What if there really was another life form out there? Can we co-exist as they did in Night Lights? Night Lights assumed the aliens shared our propensity to curiosity. They recruited members of the human species to learn more about them. Of course, these recruits had to die in order to fulfill this event. Gone was the premise of disappearing from current life only to return at some future

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It is kind of interesting really how our lives are a process of selection. Our stores are filled with a selection of merchandise. We go pick and choose our groceries or clothes from these offerings. These items are then added to our wardrobes or pantries. We can then select what we would like to wear or what we would like to eat from our subset.Often times, our selections can be influenced.

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I've been writing some strange things lately. Most notedly was the one about the verdict and then about retribution. The retribution piece I can blame on television. Two shows recently had death row inmates in them. Otherwise, I have no clue where those came from. Even the library story was a bit strange. That one needs to be built on.I think, though, I would be more concerned if I didn't

Vickiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573890783110046304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13092746.post-1128653712267106142005-10-06T22:54:00.000-04:002005-10-06T22:55:12.280-04:00

Yep, the microwave died tonight as I went to defrost some hamburger buns. I've been online tracking down a comparable replacement. Oh, what fun. We'll have a better entry tomorrow.

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A death row inmate has time to think. He fears dying. It isn’t so much that he is afraid of death. It isn’t even that he fears Hell. Well, maybe the idea of Hell is a little daunting. What he fears most is the idea that his victims will have their chance at retribution. Somewhere just beyond Purgatory, is another similar place where victims can re-visit their attackers with the tables

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