Wednesday, May 8, 2013


Do you remember that commercial? It was hysterical. I started to title this, THE END, but it's only the beginning, right? After seven days of writing picture book drafts it's now time to go back, revise, study the market and submit.

My last story is about this guy. He's Kepper, a Bichon Frise.

 If you're interested you can read about him and his other rescue pups on my other blog, What were we thinking?? This guy on the 1:00 position, Kep (who we first called Kramer because he had red on his cheeks like a clown and we didn't want to call him Bozo so we went off Seinfeld) loved me, loved my American Eskimo, Nutzy, he just knew he was supposed to stay. And, he did.

Kep is a replacement for my girl, Belle, our Great Pyrenees. It was tough putting her down. It tore my heart out. This is a picture of her the morning she left us. After refusing the offer of one of these little dogs, a couple months went by and we took in eight.


As I rested and read, A BLUE-EYED DAISY by Cynthia Rylant yesterday Kepper was on the bed with me trying desperately to get comfortable to nap and voilĂ , I had PB #7 in the making.

BTW It is a fantastic read.

P.S. the toilet? don't ask.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Day 6 - continued . . .


I had spent the morning clearing my head and in so doing I found myself clearing my dresser top off. You see, I have this puppy (more on him later) anyway, at night I have to put every shoe and chewable item on the dresser so he doesn't redesign it for me. I also have a second door in my bedroom that leads to my merlot colored room we call "the den" but actually it's my winter writing room. Every night I push a chair in front of the door so the cats can't get in the bedroom. It's a winter shifting thing. On top this chair is a heavy drawer filled with essential oils I am deciding to find a place for.

Well this morning I said, "Enough of this noise," and I cleared off the dresser and set up my oils.

In so doing I found this-

Inside this tiny heart pendant is a picture of my baby, Nathan, I lost during labor. He would be 18 this July 28th. I stared at his face, his little hands they put around a bear less than 2" tall. I was sad and I haven't been sad about him for a while. I hadn't seen that picture for years.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the granary (my summer writing room) looking over old cards, hospital records and other things from that part of our lives. I didn't find the thing I was looking for though. It was a picture someone gave me of a child on a swing. It was given to me after I had a dream of him on a swing while I still was carrying him. Funny how those things happen. It's somewhere and I'm sure it will turn up at just the right moment.

Through all this I realized I had my story for NaPiBoWriWee. It was about a child that looses their baby brother and the swing that was to be his. Death is not an easy subject to write about, especially for children. But, it is unfortunately a necessary subject.

I hope someday it will be published.

Thanks for reading . . .

Monday, May 6, 2013

DAY 6 - Just a few thoughts . . .

I love it. Playing with an Etch A Sketch on top of an iPad  :)
Tippy cup and all. I just had to share after reading the post on Paula Yoo's page on her website about NaPiBoWriWee and Day 5, an interview with Paul Collins.

Sunday, May 5, 2013


Inspired by three little ceramic rabbits I found at the Cedar Grove Annual Rummage Sale yesterday, I started a s____y first draft with beginning, a weak middle and an end.  Their job is to carry forth the light. Their job is also to hop to it and help me figure out a tighter middle.

DAY 4 - Hello. Please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeeeeep.

But if I was to write a story it would have been titled, THE DAY WE LOST THE HOUSE.
My day started with saving the universe. I loved the little figurines that came in the box. I'm wondering why I didn't take a picture of them. 
With these guys in my car I was invincible.

After a hard day saving the universe I decided to knock off seven bottles of syrup.
No, not really! I couldn't pass up the opportunity to pick up some breakable brown bottles to sell on eBay or put skirts on. I don't know.
Now I was getting real excited. This is Syracuse dinner plate. My mom had a few pieces  and I love the pattern. Four plates/$4. Because they are a hearty sturdy dishware, they used to be used in the diner car on trains.
Yeah, me!
Now I'm having a hankerin" for pancakes and a story.

This is an assortment of kitchen items. The biggest thrill was the mixer/food processor bundle for $10. My antique mixer gets hot and is close to smoking just making frosting.
A writer has to eat you know.

The best part of my day was sorting through my bounty with my cup of java. There is something for everybody there. Oh, what's that you say . . . the massage item? Well my poor husband broke his neck 28 years ago and he needs all the help he can get. So hey, lets leave it at that.

I also found the most amazing hung of material that used to be an old bedspread.
This makes me think about Grandmothers and a time when there was time.
It's pretty cool.
I didn't find many books I was interested in. There was a book sale in an upscale neighborhood I was going to later in the afternoon so I wasn't too disappointed.
Little did I know the best was yet to come.


Well, yes, this is one of "the best" that is yet to come but not the one I meant. I meant the library book sale. This is Kepper. I call him Kep only so I can say, "Come along, Kep." Just like Beatrix Potter said in the children's videos that came out in the 80's. Now, he's no collie, but neither am I Beatrix Potter, but it works for us. Kep got baby toys.
He is 9 months and a replacement for my Great Pyrenees we had to put down last year.
That is right, it's me. Me and my new bunny ears, 25 cents. Don't I look proud?
 I also have zebra ears thanks to Colorado Kate. Now I get to switch off. Could life get any better?

This is my haul from the book sale. I got there late afternoon and I was still able to spend $20 on some great books. I got 21 PB's and 20 others. I bought 10 videos and 5 books on CD's. I love listening to books while I drive.

BUT . . .
The most exciting part of my day was when I saw this old faded picture from the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston of two prints from Beatrix Potter's story, A RABBITS CHRISTMAS. I  was blessed. Actually I was blessed in more that one way. A sweet older woman who I had had conversation with about our love for collecting books had come to my rescue when I was $1.95 short at checkout. What a sweetheart I will always remember her.

And last, but surely not least. As I come to the end of day 5, the most important find was this unopened roll of toilet paper for 25 cents. Between NaPiBoWriWee and the rummage I didn't get to the store and we were OUT. Good Ole Santa, he saved the day.
The good news is the supply is replenished and Santa will be put in the cabinet for another time of desperation, like probably JuNoWriMo.



Saturday, May 4, 2013

DAY 3 - Birds of a Feather Flock Together


One night before the moon took over the sky . . . 

. . . the two pre-feathers planned their escape . . . 

. . .  "Oh my," said the young one. "I don't think this was such a good idea."

So what would do in this situation? Would you look at the little fledglings and wish them the best of nature's blessing on them? Would you bring them in the house and put them in a cage, work to feed them worms, find an eyedropper and give them nourishment?  Would you stay up all night sitting on a lawn chair with a pillow and blanket while holding a flashlight hoping to guard them all night? What would you do?

Actually what I did was speak to them slowly and quietly while I cut the branch they were clasped on. Then I put them in a large dog cage and put them in the garage. I put out water and some food (no not worms). Then the next morning I put their branch back in the lilac tree the plant they were sitting on had grown under and waited . . . soon after I heard the mother bird scolding the little ones for leaving the nest. They reunited. I felt happy.


So what does this have to do with day 3 NaPiBoWriWee you wonder? Actually nothing. While I was out running errands my husband called to tell me we had a bird in the kitchen and luckily the three cats didn't know it. The brave intruder was able to fly out the back door soon after my husband opened it. Well, this got me to thinking I should write a story about a bird who decides it's time to fly the coop. So, that's what I did.

Thursday, May 2, 2013


When I was a young girl I owned a Dalmatian. Lucky Lady Loraine was her name. We got her soon after the animated Disney film came out, 101 Dalmatians.
My story for Day 2 features a Dalmatian. Now this is only because of . . .
1. I tried a little girl and that didn't feel right.
2. I tried a dormouse and it changed the meaning of the story (go figure).
3. I tried a little boy named, Pedro. Now that was working fairly well but . . .
I went out to find a picture to place in this blog post and the hat just seemed to fit on the wooden garden dog. The dog began to fit in the story. The story changed and began to unfold. I just had to be willing to change with it.
I would have never thought a dog would be my MC.
Story #2 is finished.



It's a bird!

It's a plane!
no . . .
It's Super Princess Robot Cake!
It's NaPiBoWriWee Time!
The first day of Paula Yoo's creation of NaPiBoWriWee will always start with the celebration of our daughter, Laura's birthday. It's just a no-brainer. May 1st is celebratory to me.
On a birthday occasion, how can you not want to write a Picture Book draft about birthdays, cakes and princess messes. My first day was filled with the excitement of baking cakes and cupcakes. It felt good to dig my hands deep in the brown mucky earthy soil of my mind and pull out the fresh rich ideas of looking at every object as if you were once again 4 years old.
So as I head out into the world on Day two, know I'm rooting for each of us to be inspired to write the next big sellers that touch the hearts of children.