Friday, May 8, 2009

I laid in the grass yesterday and took pictures of my friends I have waited to see all winter long. They are as happy to be here as I am to see them.

I spent a whole week thinking Picture Books. I enjoyed the challenge immensity. It isn't that I am motivated by this type of challenge, the game, the hunt; last thing I am is a competitor. What I got out of it was the energy of the group. The inspirational kinetic energy that flows from the Creator of words and channels down through us. It's awesome.

Again I thank Paula Yoo, and everyone who spent the time to teach and enlighten us. I can't wait to return and soak up more information.

I dabbled in,

l - o - n - g - b - o - o - k - s,

short books,

good books too. :-)

Ones I thought stunk ;- (

and I said,


The Zeb

Yet, most of all I enjoyed the spirit of just "writing."

Saturday, May 2, 2009

How the Seasons of Life Never Seem to Really Change

It seems as I enter into the Golden Age, my vocabulary is taking a turn back to Infant Vocabulary. It's not that I am saying to my two month old Granddaughter, "Do you have a booboo?" It's more a conversation of, "Babcia (Polish for Grandmother) is going to do NaPiBoWriWee." The poor child looks at me with the indirect yet inquisitive eyes as if to say, "Sounds good to me, Granny."

The truth be told, as I have become involved with my writing vein, I have had to learn a whole new vocabulary. Like a private world of text for those of us that have a soul for words, there is NaNoWriMo, NaNoEdMo, by this point you have entered a new world and you become Script Frenzied. Once you calm down you turn the corner and there it is, staring you in the face. Thirty days of monthly writing has shrunk itself and turns into seven. It's NaPiBoWriWee.

Allow me to introduce you to "National Picture Book Writing Week." It is an honor for me to share this information and to pass along a website belonging to Paula Yoo, the creator of this week long challenge to write seven picture books in seven days.

I also want to thank Tracy Cox for posting this information on my "home within my home", The Institute For Children's Literature, Writers Retreat.

So, as I walk the fine line of sanity this week, please allow me to keep you up to date on how I am doing. I started last night around 10:30. I was able to plunk out a book of 589 words that seemed to fit my mood for the day. It is now Day 2 and I have much to accomplish before I can sit and be creative. Meanwhile, I will ponder the actions of my next character, Marco. It will be about preparedness taken to the level of obsession. It will be about the change of seasons, kinda the direction this blog should take. It's time to lay aside the Winter Settings.

Please come along with me as we walk through the week of writing.


Friday, March 6, 2009

May you see your children’s children. Psalm 128:6
Finally a little ray of Sunshine in our lives.
As of last night, we are now Grandparents.
Thank you Lord.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Ah, the first of March. Sometimes known as the Kalends of March. Will I ever be able to post a picture without the appearance of winter in it.
Some day, hopefully, someday soon.

This month should go by quickly. I am busy with NaNoEdMo. A month long editing journey in writing.

Many things are happening in our family. Our son has joined the Military. Our daughter is soon to give birth to her first child and our first Grandchild. Our other daughter is soon to start her spring semester at the Art Institute.
Even though winter chooses to hold on. There is a current moving in our family, things are happening, life is going on.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A Valentine's Day Story of Love and Caring

There once was a group of teeny tiny writers who lived inside a board. Not just any board, but a magical one. One where thoughts flew by as the sound of clicking filled the air.
One day after venting and ranting, they all needed to clear their heads and get some fresh air. The teeny tiny writers grabbed their Tootsie Pops and went off to the magical forest to feed "Baby Rhinos." It was a secret place where things appear as though they were not.

"Call the medics, I'm turning blue here Chippy." said Zebra, gasping for air.

"This whole thing is total madness." laughed Chippy. "The emergency services are on their way, Zeb. Then again, nothing that a change of scenery won't help."

"Common' girls, it's time to feed the "Baby Rhino's" their favorite meal. Everyone got their, Tootsie Pop? The rest can catch up later. We better head out. Why, you are all looking a little less blue already." said Kate.

They each held on to their most delicious Tootsie Pop, trying hard not to open the paper and lick on the tasty hard candy shell. Gin looked over her pop watching carefully not to get hit by the Big Ol' Mean 'It.' Kate followed close behind her.

"Don't worry Gin, I'll swack it for you if it shows up." said Chippy.

"Thanks Chippy, but just to be sure I'm gonna hide behind my Tootsie for awhile."

"Where's Zebra?" said Kate, "She'd been ranting about octuplets, but she has taken a deep breath and gotten over it. I think. Isn't she coming too?"

Next was Eve and her fairy wings, followed by a line of eager writers wanting to see the secret place and all the magical wonders that awaited them in the magical forest.

"I'm glad you wore your wings Eve, because it's you who will have to fly us up to the top of the tree so we can feed the "Baby Rhino's." said Chippy. "I know it's winter but just in case we run into any spiders, or snakes, or lions, and tigers, and bears. Oh my!"

Eve bravely boasted, "I don't care how many great grandchildren of Charlotte's come across my path, they are all squished. I can handle some snakes, some mice, but no spiders."

"Yes, you are so brave Eve," Yaya smiled, "Besides, I don't think I will be able to hike up there with this big sucker strapped to my belt.."

::giggles, remembering the "Baby Rhino's" wet smile::

Kristi, and Tina, and Natalie was there. Shannon and DonnaRae too.
Dani, and Laura, and Claudette came along. Round and Destiny, what a slue.
They all took their Pops and headed along, beginning to feel not so blue.
Some went ahead and some fell behind but they got there, I tell you it's true.

**delicately saying so**
"I have mixed emotions on this case, but the strongest factor that comes to mind is the well-being of the FUTURE of those "Baby Rhino's." said Kristi.

"I agree," said Natalie, "I have some strong feelings about this which are driving me crazy!"

"Well I only want to add my quick two cents in, if it's the snow that is frightening you, please don't worry, we are used to this stuff." said Shannon.

"Well, here’s my opinion," spoke up DonaRae, "If we run really fast and really hard, we might get there quicker."

Then Tina spoke up, "Yeah but look at that dote in the Princess dress. She's gonna slow us down, who does she want to be like, Angelia Joelle?"

"Was she a patient at the mental hospital? I honestly do not know." remarked Laura.

"She must have a loose screw or two!" Round added in.

"Well, I'm not happy about it either." said Dani. "You think I'm happy running about in these summer clothes?"

The girls chattered and carried on. The 'spirit of rant' was still in their hearts. They began to worry too much on who wore what and what terrors might lurk past the porch. They knew they must get going because the "Baby Rhino's" were counting on them.

"Still, time is the only microscope that really counts in the long run." said Claudette. "Now girls we must hurry."

"I agree," spoke up Destiny, "Gosh this makes me so angry...we must leave now after our long winded ranting. Sorry, the "Baby Rhino's" are counting on us."

Those words ran so true in their hearts. They all began to realize the important job that was bestowed upon them as a group of teeny tiny writers who live inside a board. Not just any board, but a magical one. One where thoughts fly by as the sound of clicking fills the air.

They steadfastly trudged through the snow, around the towering pine tree, and into the secret place. There they saw the retired bird feeder that had become the winter retreat for the itty bitty "Baby Rhino's."

"Help me up, Eve. Me too. Me too." they each requested Eve's assistance. She being the winged Fairy you know, was the one to fly everyone up the tree. One by one she flew the teeny tiny writer's up to the snow covered tree branch. She was tiring so, and as she took her last flight with all the Tootsie Pops tied up in a bow, she skidded, doing a belly flop onto the branch strewing the Pops everywhere.

"Oh No!" they all shouted.

"I'll help you Eve, don't worry, " exclaimed her writer friend.

One by one they worked to shove the Tootsie Pops into the "Baby Rhino's" bird feeder. The girls sat and watched the others approaching that had fallen behind. Eve just rested on her tummy. She was pooped from caring all the Pops. While Kate and the others, looked in to see if the critters were alright.

The mother Rhino was no where to be found. Their little house was packed with fur and straw and every possible type of bedding a Rhino could find. The little bird house showed signs of neglect.

"The Mother Rhino is gone!" said Zebra, "Where could she be?"

"I firmly believe those children are in danger. She does not sound like a person who is capable of making an intelligent and responsible decision . . . ." said Yaya.

They all agreed, it was a good think that they went out to feed the "Baby Rhino's." The road to get there was long and it was cold. Even though they did not always agree, they had each other to encourage one another. And best of all, if they had to again rant, they could again, take another adventure.

I'm having a mental image, here::
::picturing a "Baby Rhino" sucking on a Tootsie Roll Pop::

It's soon to be spring, I can feel it in the way the ground is *squishing* under my hooves. I guess it was a good thing to take some Tootsie Roll Pops out to the "Baby Rhino's."

. . . . shame on me, I didn't realize it was part of their necessary diet.

To quote a well know author:



**removing her four rubbers with the frog eyes after going out to go feed the "Baby Rhinos"**

**passing the mirror on the way in and noticing the black and white stripes had returned**

Thank you for listening.

Monday, January 19, 2009

January's Determination

Winter just likes to hang on. It is a great lesson in: Determination. It knows it's course and it is going to run it. There are no surprises. We know what to expect of it. In December when it is 20 degrees we complain how cold it is. By January and it has been minus 10 and minus 20 degrees, we look forward to the days when it is again 20 and we say, "It's warm out today." That too is a lesson in determination.
The hardest part is being home bound, stuck indoors. How I long for any sign of a Spring flower to force it's way out of the earth. Until then, we wait, we shovel, we keep warm. That too is determination.

Monday, January 5, 2009

As I sat in my special writing spot that morning of January 1, I saw the tiny lights I had strung up, shine upon the simple diamond in my wedding ring. Oh how it sparkled, and from such a tiny light. A little bit of light made a hard rock glimmer with life. Well that is how it is with me. I am often a hard rock and I needed just a little bit of light to make me shine through this difficult challenge.
Realizing that shingles are often caused by stress in ones life, I all of a sudden became very aware of the things I talk about to my husband. Like he is the trash can for all my negative woes, the weather, the kids, the bills, the drivers. I saw how I needed to heed what comes out of my mouth. The Good Book says out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.
I pray for light in my heart this year, it often gets a little dark down there.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

January 1st, 2009
A Diamond in the Tough of Life.

It's always exciting, and scary to start a new year. There are so many expectations and hopes. There is the good and the bad. As life would have it, the Bible says, as sparks fly up so go the troubles of man.

With that said, we enter in the New Year half way through with my husband having shingles. For anyone who has had the unfortunate experience of them, you know this is no was to start the New Year. Perhaps we are getting the bad out of the way right off the bat.

This did sneak up on us. We thought all the aches he was having was pain from pulled muscles from shoveling snow. Ah, snow. It continues to be a snowy, cold winter here. As the weeks go on we tend to adapt. That shows us how multifaceted we are to changes in our life; like a beautifully cut diamond in the light.

Help us Lord to be strong as you head us into the New Year. With each cut that life may put upon us, help us to shine through.