Friday, November 30, 2012

The lion and the lamb.

Age old story isn't it?

The last animal on my rug is a yellow lion who shines golden in the sun. Shiny.

Is he as strong as he thinks he is? Does he truly want to lie down with that lamb. (Really, that lamb isn't even in the carpet.)

 How do others perceive him? Are they frightened by his fierceness or are the envious of his strength? Just who is this guy, they're wondering?

This will be a thought provoking one for me.

For now, he's fuzzy, cute, in full stride as he walks around the carpet. He is King of my jungle.

Thursday, November 29, 2012


Need I say more?

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

3 Days Left

Christmas is rushing in where Thanksgiving had taken priority.  As the last days of  PiBoIdMo are spinning by, my mind is concentrating on other things as I DESPERATELY THINK OF STORY LINES!

"Think. Think. Think." Just to quote a favorite old friend of mine.

And I did. I wonder what story about a mouse, a giraffe and an electric spinning Christmas tree could produce for a hilarious Christmas picture book.

Well, we shall see.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Shopping, Mittens and Snowmen.

Today was a busy day of shopping with the girls, even little Anna came along. It was loads of fun. It was also cold, very cold. We all bundled up and went to Bayshore, an outdoor mall. Anna wore the tiniest mittens. They were actually ornaments.

I know I wanted to donate the last days of PiBoIdMo to the characters that line my carpet but an unexpected opportunity came up and diverted my attention to those dog gone mittens. (Perhaps they're leopard mittens.)

Monday, November 26, 2012

Monday, Novenber 26th -- 5 Days Left

Monday is quickly slipping into Tuesday. The clock says its Tuesday, but I'm going to pretend I'm sitting on top a mountain somewhere (let's say Colorado, waving to my friend I never get to talk to). So, in Mountain Time its 11:30 pm.

Good. Now I feel better. Make believe is such a wonderful thing.

There are five days left to PiBoIdMo. I think the massive amount of turkey I've eaten has slowed down my power of imagination.  The story ideas are slow to come. For the remainder of the month I'm going to concentrate on five little characters that line the edge of a carpet in my bedroom.

The first one I elected to write about is the elephant.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Turkey, round two.

My ideas are thinning out as my waist line in thickening. Why is it I feel like Thanksgiving has lasted for a week instead of one day? Perhaps because it was my turn to roast a turkey.

If eating was all I could ever do,
I think I love to eat turkey with you.
We'd munch and slurp and stuff our face
Until our tummies fell over the place.
Then sit and design something to wear that's new.
Next year, a pink and brown, size large mumu.

Friday, November 23, 2012

The Day After

The holidays are always a time for family and friend visits; at least that's how it is in our house. I'm full of turkey, baking, and cooking. I'm weary of decorations, tiding up, and shopping. I often wondered who thought up the idea of the placement of Thanksgiving soon to be followed by Christmas, Hanukkah, or what every winter holiday one observes.

But, enough grumbling and on to PiBoIdMo. I have in my mind a story about houseguests, houseguests that just don't leave.

Onward and upward.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving

Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.
Even the turkey has a story to tell, and why not, it's his day.
Well that's all I got. I'm sure this theme has been worked again and again. Let's see what kind of spin I can put on the idea.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Kenneth Grahame

I checked out RETURN TO THE WILLOWS  by Jacqueline Kelly. It has terriffic illustractions by Clint Young. I haven't read it yet.

Now I must confess I've never read THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS, written by Kenneth Grahame. I started it, but that's quite common with me and many things. So, before reading, RETURN TO THE WILLOWS, I decided to start at the beginning.

So I went to the library and got a copy. I've been reading it the last week. Its amazing writing. I can understand how it stood the test of time.

It made be think about the animal's Thanksgiving and a story I need to tell about it.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Two days until the Harvest Celebration

Today  I thought about bounty, those that have it and those that don't. At a time of the year when we celebrate with a bounty of food I thought about the people still suffering because of the recent hurricane, the families that have been out of work longer then they care to accept. These are difficult and troubling times.

I thought of two little girls who stand in line with their mothers for food assistance. How could I show a light hearted PB of childlike acceptance in a troubled moment.

Monday, November 19, 2012

The farmer takes a wife.

The farmer takes a wife
The farmer takes a wife
Heigh-ho, the derry-o . . .
The farmer takes a wife.

what if ---

          The turkey takes an ax
          The turkey takes an ax
          Heigh-ho, the derry-o
          The turkey takes an ax

Turkey is rushing past Thanksgiving, skipping over Black Friday and speeding into Christmas.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

36 days til Christmas

Its hard not to add a few holiday ideas to piboidmo. I thought of the years past when we decorated the outdoors with the children. (okay all you writers, I know what you're thinking . . . did they really decorate the yard with the children)  I decided this was as good as a topic as any.

So what if you take a child, a dog with an undying love to dig and the missing gingerbread man.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Simplicity verses Verbose

The day started with one of those mornings where nature turns your attention to simplicity.

You know the mornings in the winter when there is moisture droplets in the air. The air is so cool that the water is frozen ice crystals. It's beautiful. I wish I could capture it in a bottle.

It was like that today. The only difference was the air was too warm for ice crystals. I could hear the geese screaming with delight to be able to fly and swim through the air at the same time.

From this event I captured an idea for PB # 17. The beginning title will be, QUI . . . ET!

Friday, November 16, 2012

Who will be the first in line?

It's been over two weeks since PiBo began. Some days I WAIT all day for an inspiration to come along. Today the idea came as I drove through town. A long line of children were crossing the street.  I had to stop and wait. I though about lines, I thought about waiting.

I remembered being in second grade and waiting in the lunch line for chocolate milk. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Some time the best ideas come when you silently wait.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Books, Books and More Books

MerryAnna watched my mother write shopping lists, she watched her father write books. She watched her brother write his homework and her sister write texts.

All MerryAnna could do was scribble. But, she was good at it.

I spent the day on my new project. {Moving books from one side of the room to the other.} Now you have to know that this simple sentence is a three day project. It involves moving books in the barn. Which helps me by freeing up all the black plastic milk crates so I can use them in the house. You know the ones that say it's unlawful to use them in any manner other than their intended purpose. Which of course is "book holding." Next it's building a wall of shelves on my old dining room table that is in the den. Now everything that was on that dining room table is on the new dining room table.

Tomorrow's project will be unburying the dining room table.

I feel like I'm in that old skit with Bert and Ernie from Sesame Street. The one where Ernie keeps transferring things from one thing to another and getting nowhere.

Handling all my books prompted me to think about a scribbler who wants to write them.


The best thing about being a writer and better yet writing children's books is you can use your imagination. Now imagine it's yesterday . . . okay are you there yet?

I spent the day yesterday doing things out of my normal routine and by the time it was way past midnight I woke up and thought, dang, I forgot about my blog.

Wednesdays idea for a PB for PiBoIdMo is about forgetting. But what if it's a continual problem? Can you imagine all the trouble you can get in to?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

"If you keep making that face it's going to stick like that."

It's day 13. I tried to keep my emotional feelers open for any movement of whimsical childhood delight. . . . . ahhh, I got nothing here.

I took my dog and my new puppy for a walk around the barn. I tried to refresh my mind. I still got nothing. I observed my puppy eating a fresh deposit left by a fellow four leggier. Oh gross. That I wish I hadn't gotten.

Next on the agenda was a trip to the dentist with the youngest of our tribe of six children. At 19 you'd think the child understood the practical uses of dental floss. While I left her for her drilling, I went to the local park and sat on a bench pondering life exposed through out the pages of a PB. Arggg! Still nothing.

Then with a stroke of luck and a brush with blessing I was able to sneak a visit with my 3 year old granddaughter. I watched her look at pictures on her Auntie's iPhone. Her face wriggled and grimaced as she breezed through photos. Then it came to me.

PB number 13 - I'd hear it all the time from my own mother, "If you keep making that face it's going to stick like that."

Monday, November 12, 2012

Day 12 of PiBo

I have to remind myself, even though the clock says it's Tuesday, it really is Monday night to me.

It snowed today and I felt the urge to write about it with a poem. That is my choice for PiBoIdMo.
It's about as developed as that one flake I saw floating through the air this morning.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

It's the Sabbath Rest, Time to put Your Feet Up on the Footstool.

Acts 7:49 Heaven is My throne and the earth is My footstool.

What do we use for a throne, and in so ruling from there what do we use as our footstool. Would we be a just ruler, a tyrant or a schlep?

In starting my Sabbath Day of rest, I found myself in I Chronicles. From there I breezed through the Psalms making my way over to the Book of Acts. My whole life revolves around my belief in a Creator and my understanding of salvation. I assume those beliefs generate themselves in my stories. I don't think I've ever tried to write a children's book where Jesus or the Father stand out without question. So this day my story will be about the footstool of my Lord.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Water Spout . . .

So, who climbed the water spout? We all know it was the incy, wincy, spider.

As I was pulling dead plants out of the garden this afternoon I thought about the not so incy wincy spider who took up domicile in my tomato plant this summer. He seemed like a likely fellow to write about for Day #10's PiBoIdMo.

I guess we shall give it a try.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Dress Up

It seems life is constantly reminding me that everything just isn't what it appears to be. It's a far cry from dress up when we were little kids. Oh the innocence of youth.

This will be the theme of PiBo's PB idea #9.

It's a little rough around the edges, but it is a kernel of an idea.

Thursday, November 8, 2012


We own four cats in our household.

One is a barn cat, and she likes it that way. Her name is Meow-Meow. Once we tried to pick her up and take her to the vet. She was momentarily held in mid-air, her head was twisting, her legs were swishing, she was hissing and spitting. Needless to say, she was let go. She made sure that never happened again.

The other three live in the house. They are all the alpha cats (of course they each have their own perspective on this). Thy are Fred, Mike and Mau.

What happens when a cat needs a high place to climb to but can't seem to find the right spot?

This will be PB number 8 for PiBoIdMo

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


The ferry sputtered and spewed out smoke as it slowly weaved across the bay. The gay little pirates stood, cardboard swords at their side, they waved goodbye to the crew. The tintinnabulation of the bell faded as the ferry pulled away.

"Ishkabibble, I don't need a boat like that, " said the pirate.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

It's a sad day in Mudville

Stick ball is their favorite summer game, but the team needs a captain. The vote is in, who gets to be the captain and why?

It seemed highly appropriate on election day 2012 to pick a theme that revolves around voting.
That's all I have for today.

Zeebs, signing off.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Darkness comes Early

PiboIdMo Day 5
I'm still hanging in there. I have idea 5 and it's a good one. Well at least I think so.
It has to do with Daylight Savings Time and how we all know the difficulty of adjusting to the fact that darkness comes early.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, 
The cow jumped over the moon, 
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Suddenly the dog doesn't think it's too funny anymore.

Oddly this nursery rhyme ran through my mind.  I used two of my weakest points in writing PB, POV and conflict, and I played with it.

Tomorrow I will print off the picture and color it. If you're interested, here's the link.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

You'll Paint a Sunset Someday

Today was difficult for me. Maybe because it's the day after the 11th Anniversary of my mom's passing. Maybe the planets just weren't aligned up for me today. Maybe it's because I started to put more on my plate than I wanted. I know we've all had those days.

I put aside everything concrete and concentrated on the silence between the page turns. It's in that momentary stillness that we capture possibilities.

While waiting to pick up my daughter I was listening to an old CD by Sally Klein O'Connor from Improbable People Ministries. The song was You'll Paint a Sunset Someday. Her lyrics about a house painter wannbe artist sparked my imagination for PB #3 for PiBo. It made me smile.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Nibs and Clink


This is PiBo PB #1. Unexpectedly I ran across an old friend. He's a stuffed monkey from when my husband and I were first married and lived in his Econoline Van in Fort Myers, Florida. Yes, we were quite the radicals.

I find it fun to bring inanimate objects to life. It's from these still 3-dimensional objects that I get inspiration. 


When I was a young girl I wanted to have a collection of something. It seemed to be the thing to do. So, I decided it was going to be piggy banks. 

Sadly they were never full of money. I can't even say I know what happened to the small collection I had. 

Clink is my inspiration for day 2 of PiBo. Clink has to learn that sometimes it's better to be a chick than a pig.

Thursday, November 1, 2012



 Stardate - November 1, 2012

I will piBOIDmo go where no man has gone before, into the recesses of my brain to pull out 30 ideas for PB's. If you are brave enough to take this journey with me, grab a cuppa sumtin, jump aboard my ship. Lollipops are served thought out the trip. 

 I'm Zeebs and I approve this message.

Special thanks to Ward at. . .