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Can I Be An Addams?

23 Apr

I’m sitting beneath a thunderstorm, listening to the crash and rumble and drinking tea.

What a lovely day.

No, I’m not being sarcastic. I love a good thunderstorm.

It’s an even more interesting experience these days. Since we live up on a hill it’s not uncommon for the road out front of our house to be struck. I don’t know why all the trees around here aren’t interesting to the lightning. Perhaps the pipes beneath the asphalt call to it. Perhaps the stone used in the mixture is a little magnetic.

It’s a mystery.

Occasionally I think I would fit right in with the Addams family. Aside from the liking pain and eating the strangest parts of animals, of course. (I tried chicken hearts a while back. Eeew.)

I love to dance, and really, really want to learn the tango.

I keep begging my husband to start teaching me swordplay.

I don’t look too bad in black.

I talk to my plants.

By the end of a long winter my skin is so pale I almost glow in the dark.

It would be amazing if snapdragons actually belched little flames, and if a giant Venus flytrap would eat the neighbor chickens that keep trying to roost on our front porch. (It’s annoying having to tiptoe around their leavings).

If it would help get me a little closer I offer up the fact that I married a man who’s 1/2 Italian. And has a habit of swearing in Italian, and Vietnamese, I think. *shrugs*

Then there’s my long dark hair, desire to employ a butler at some point in my life, and my need to suppress these urges that tell me to vindictively give some of our neighbors a taste of their own medicine. (You know how they say ‘good fences make for good neighbors”? We’re saving up for a good fence. We’re also pricing out cyclone wire for the top.)

But, until I get my notice that I’m an honorary cousin, I will have to be content to sip tea during thunderstorms. And perhaps learn a little French. 😉

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyyiQujh1yk

For the rest of the first episode:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-IjEosj7hco

and

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFV8U3JYEJE

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How To Keep A Writer Entertained And Happy

26 Nov

This is just a short list of things you can do to help keep life with your Writer a little more comfortable for the both of you. Whether your Writer is your wife, room-mate, sister, daughter, or strange person who comes over in her sleep to use your computer, using these tips could make things a little easier.

(Disclaimer: Every Writer and situation is different. If you discover that your Writer does not like any one of these tips please discontinue its use and attempt to find a suitable substitute. Also, the Writer is referred to as ‘she’, this is simply because I am a female Writer and have no knowledge of what it is like being a male Writer. Sorry.)

  1. Keep her surrounded by books. Preferably from her favorite genre or author, if not, just be sure it’s not drivel.
  2. Make sure you do not interrupt her supply of coffee, soda, apple juice, gin and tonic, Twinnings decaf English Breakfast tea (or, you know, whatever she drinks).
  3. Chocolate is always welcome, especially while really buckling down to get stuff done (rather than staring at the wall thinking about what she is going to get done…).
  4. Allow her to keep her environment the way she wants it. If the room is too cold for her to work comfortably, let her bring in a space heater; if she needs things to be quiet, put the pets and kids in another area of the house; if she needs to have no interruptions…
  5. Do not be suicidal. This one is a little more tricky. It includes things such as asking how the ‘writing thing’ is going today, then walking off before she is three words into the answer. Or peeking over her shoulder to watch the words appear on the computer screen. It doesn’t matter how mild mannered she is, you have just died a horrifying death in her mind… repeatedly. Please refrain from such actions so that she does not have the urge to act on these imaginings in the real world. Prison time could really interfere with her ‘writing thing’.
  6. Hugs. Some Writers need a lot of hugs (from the right people/person). There are several universes competing for face time inside her head, and she is working really hard to remember which one is ‘reality’. Hugs help her remember.
  7. Encourage her to occasionally take a little time to watch a good movie with you. This could include: Princess Bride, Star Wars, Thor, Beauty and the Beast, Sabrina, The Avengers, Quigley Down Under, Labyrinth, Hotel Transylvania, The Blind Side, Captain America, etc.
  8. From time to time you may find that it would be in her best interest to help her leave the house. On these rare occasions (such as Christmas, family vacations, and her annual physical) you may need to ‘encourage’ her as she leaves the house. Don’t be alarmed if this results in claw marks in the door jam. A little buffing and that’ll come right out.
  9. You may occasionally need to be a sounding board. If your Writer feels the need to talk about her work in progress with you, please listen. She most likely just needs to hear something aloud so as to clarify it in her mind. Also, please do not be offended when she spaces out in the middle of a sentence and rushes back to her computer. You have helped, really.
  10. When you do interrupt her creative flow, please be sure that it is for a worthwhile cause, such as: the house is on fire; one of the kids needs to go to the emergency room; those sirens mean a tornado is coming and we all need to get into the basement; and the most important one of all “Dinner is ready”.

While this is just the tip of the ice burg, I hope it will help keep your life and relationship with your Writer on an even keel.

Lovely tea.  :)

Lovely tea. 🙂

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Most of these are meant half jokingly,

but there is at least a little truth in all of them.

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MMM…Kristin Chenoweth’s The Girl in 14G

9 Sep

It’s Monday!

That day when we trade Mirth and Music Monday posts in an effort to soften the harsh return of another work week.

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I have my mother to thank for turning me on to this song. Every time I see something with Kristin in it I’m amazed by her voice and tiny-ness. How does someone who’s 4′ 11″ have a set of lungs like that?!

Anyway…

This one made me laugh, and I hope you will also enjoy it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBJn4BHtqqY

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If you are still in need of cheering up, or if you have time for more interesting videos check out ReGi McClain’s blog. Hers is the creative mind that came up with this idea. Plus, on the right hand side of her site you will see two googly eyed blue smiley faces; click on the top one and it will take you to the list of bloggers who are playing along.

Give it a try. You might find another blog or two to follow.

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Now I’m going to make a pot of tea, grab a pear out of the fridge, and see about writing a piece of Steampunk flash fiction.

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Happy Monday, y’all!

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I Have Scheduled My First Guest Blogger!

30 Aug

 

Wonderful, yummy, calming tea.

Wonderful, yummy, calming tea.

I am sitting here sipping hot tea, thinking about the day I had.

It wasn’t anything unusual. Actually, it was a rather typical day.

I woke up a little later than planned due to the fact that we both forgot to set an alarm. After getting up and putting on my robe I went and let our female Labrador out to do her morning business. While she was out, I too handled my morning business; then swapped dogs and poured myself some cereal.

The other dog got let in and I started eating my first breakfast.

I usually have two breakfasts. One to take care of the morning’s urgent low blood sugar, and the second to provide me with the staying power of lots of protein.

This morning however, I was about half way through my bowl when my phone’s calendar made it’s all too happy little sound. Upon checking what it was so perky about I about did a spit-take. I was supposed to be driving an Aunt and my last remaining Grandmother to a meeting…15 minutes from then.

I mentally took review of my situation.

  • Unbrushed hair
  • Morning breath
  • Half way through breakfast #1
  • No idea what I was going to wear

Let’s do this!

So I scarf down my cereal (at a speed which would have shocked all members of my family, as I am renowned for eating at a speed which would rival that of a sloth’s).

Then it’s run into my bedroom, flick on the light (apologizing to my still slumbering husband), and begin rifling through my shirt drawer looking for something which would be comfortable, but kind of nice looking.

I’m dressed, hair is done, teeth are brushed, and I arrive to pick them up just a few minutes late.

We make it there at an OK time, and have to wait anyway.

Of course.

The meeting went well. Everything was taken care of with good humor and the lady went out of her way to be helpful. It was actually pleasant.

Afterward we did lunch at a local A&W (amazingly none of us ordered root beer…is that legal?).

While dropping them off again, we discussed an upcoming family get-together and decide that we will all go together. It’s a several hour drive both ways, so essentially ROAD TRIP!

After getting home I tool around on social media for a while, do a little reading, then decided to ward off a threatening headache by lying down for half an hour. Well, I made it into my bed, and was technically lying down. But instead of going to sleep, started playing around on Twitter. One thing led to another and I invited Laura Oliva to write a guest post about staying creative in the writing process.

I’m not sure how I got there, but I’m glad I did.

She will be my first guest poster, and if all goes reasonably well, I will most likely start inviting more writers to borrow my blogging mic.

I actually have a few other people in mind, and may be hitting you up for posts on your advice to novice authors, tips for people new to social media, or something just plain humorous.

I’m not sure if it will become something that’s on a schedule, or if they just get popped in whenever I feel like it.

Realistically it will most likely be the latter, since calendars and I seem to have a love-hate relationship (as evidenced by this morning).

Anyway, if I don’t give you a holler in the next few weeks, and you think you would like to write something for my hand full of loyal readers, please feel free to get hold of me. I would be open to posting anything interesting, helpful, or funny.

[Just remember that if it’s even a little off color my readers will be warned, so they can make sure their impressionable little ones are down for a nap before reading what you have to say. I’m not really a prude, but my readers are who they are, and I choose to respect that fact.]

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Here’s hoping this new adventure isn’t as catastrophic as if the Hindeburg crash-landed on the Titanic right next to Krakatoa.

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The Pain of Hunger

24 Jul

That gnawing need,

A painful rumble;

I just heard

My stomach grumble.

Food, I need

As you may guess.

An empty system

Makes me write less.

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Soooooo hungry!

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Good thing my Mr. Wonderful is cooking, then, huh?

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Silly me has only had tea over the last several hours.

Silly me has only had tea over the last several hours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I’m thinking of writing a short story to portion out over next week while I’m helping out at a friend’s church for VBS (vacation Bible school). Any thoughts as to what I should write about?

I’m serious, I have nothing in mind yet, so a good suggestion could very well be acted upon.

(A small note here: Please only G rated topics. I have several followers who enjoy reading this blog with their little ones near by. I would like to keep it that way. Thank you.)

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Want to read more of my poetry? Click Here.

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All I Want Is Water

30 Jun

It isn’t even July yet and we’re in a heat wave of 100 degree weather. Today it got to 102 (while muggy). It’s 11pm and still above 80. Yuck.

What Google had to say about today's weather.

What Google had to say about today’s weather.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When it gets hot like this food is not interesting to me. Food = nausea, most of the time. All I want is water.

Not good when you’re supposed to eat at least 75 grams of protein a day, and a minimum of 1,600 calories.

Yup, all I want is water.

I drove over the Snake River today and seriously thought about jumping in, dress and all. The only thing that really kept me out was the idea of smelling like fishy river water for the rest of the evening. Wouldn’t want that smell in the car anyway.

Water…

While I was at the park (on the swings, where else) I watched a wedding reception where everyone had changed from their nice wedding gear into shorts and tee shirts and they had a water balloon fight in the middle of the ceremonies.

Just gimme water!

I got so thirsty that I, my germaphobe, OCD self was able to drink the water out of the park drinking fountain. The wetness tasted good at first, but oh, what an aftertaste. Guggh!

Got home from my running around and the first thing I reached for was…

You guessed it!

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Tea.

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A Silly Poem, and I Found an Interesting Site Called Peevish Penman

26 Jun

I went on a spreeMy tea cup 1

and drank too much tea;

Now I have to pee.

Please excuse me

While I go see

If the bathroom is free.

OK. Now that that is out of my brain, here are some interesting blog posts I encountered today on www.pevishpenman.blogspot.com:

To Sell or to Buy? Shifting Books ain’t easy

Building Your Reader Army

3 Ways to Inspire People to Buy Your Book

I just discovered this blog today (Icy Sedgwick [ @icypop ] tweeted the link to the first one). I have added the site to my favorites and will be checking back a time or two a week. Looking forward to reading more. 🙂

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I Love Playing On Swings (And How It Translates Into My Writing Life)

15 Jun
Huh...You can see me taking a photo of me in the shadow of me. ;)

Huh…You can see me taking a photo of me in this shadow of me. 😉

I love to swing on swings. Always have. Hopefully always will.

There is something so freeing about flying through the air, with the wind in your hair, and the sun shining down of you. It’s lovely.

It kind of made me think, though. In swinging you have ups and you have downs.

Much of life has ups and downs. Good and bad. Easy and hard. Fun and boring.

Let’s talk about the fun and boring part.

Fun stuff is…well, fun.  Boring stuff…is self explanatory.

And they are both relative.

Where I would be bored almost to tears sitting in a financial planning seminar, someone else could be totally jazzed about the potential of applying it to their life, or business.

And where I consider it fun to sit around all day reading old romance novels and drinking tea, others would find it mind-meltingly dull.

Relative.

But that’s not where I really wanted to take this post.

Where I wanted to go is: I think I may be something of a ‘muse’ writer. And right now, my muse is very silent.  Not cool.

Talk about ups and downs? This is a down in my writing.

It doesn’t help that my computer is in the living room, the main thorough-fare for the house. It’s pretty hard to really get into what you’re working on when you’re 10′ from the front door, the dogs want out and in again, people want to know what you’re working on (grrr), and all you can think about is the state of your kitchen (which is sitting two rooms behind you. Staring at the back of your head).

Perhaps this season of my life is learning self-control?

Learning how to say “Please don’t bother me. I just finally got comfortable and have actually written 5 sentences that don’t suck.”

Learning to ignore the kitchen’s accusing stare, and making myself actually schedule dish washing times.

Learning to write when the muse isn’t forcing me to jot something down.

Maybe it’s a season of learning instead. Huh.

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Are you in a season of learning?

Have you learned something about yourself recently that could be a helpful lesson for the rest of the class?

P.S. there isn’t another room for me to put my computer. The router is in here, and my WiFi thingy is broken on this poor old thing, so it’s in the living room so I can have internet. Can’t take it outside, either. The battery is shot. It must be plugged in while it’s on, or it won’t be on for more that five minutes. :/  Yeah, replacing the writer’s computer is one of the first 10 things we’re going to do when one of our projects comes through for us.

*sigh* Until then… Patience is being drilled into me. lol

At least I can go swinging when it gets to be too much! 😀

I may be a grown-up, but that doesn't mean I can't occasionally act like a kid.  :)

I may be a grown-up, but that doesn’t mean I can’t occasionally act like a kid. 🙂

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As It Rains Softly

31 May

101_1222I sit here in the window, watching the clouds.

Watching the clouds and reading.

Reading and sipping tea.

As it rains softly

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I sit here under a tree, watching traffic.

Watching traffic and thinking.

Thinking and relaxing.

As it rains softly.

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I lie here in bed, listening to the rain.

Listening as it falls, and sighing.

Sighing and smiling.

As it rains softly.

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11 Signs You’re Meant To Be A Writer

4 May

1, 4, 5 (except it’s tea instead of wine), 6, 7, and 9 resonate with me.
It’s really nice to know I’m not the only one! lol

CATHERINE RYAN HOWARD

Yes, things have been a little quiet around here lately, but that’s only because, first of all, I was so busy there for a few weeks that I couldn’t even think straight and then, second of all, once the busyness was over, I awarded myself a whole day off—I didn’t even check my e-mails—and instead curled up with Lionel Shriver’s Big Brother, and that felt so good that I gave myself another day off, and then I started feeling light-headed and strange and had to come back here (here being The Desk), and get back to work. So while I play catch-up with the 391 e-mails from people who still don’t seem to understand that I don’t review books, my lovely blogging friend Laura Pepper Wu is going to entertain you with a guest post I’m sure we can all relate to: 11 Signs You’re Meant To Be A…

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