Once again, the time has whooshed by me. I guess that has to be my mantra. Whatever the case, the time has been well spent making memories with my daughter and granddaughter. I have written little, which is a shame, but there are only X-number of hours in a day. Between laundry, dishes and just trying to cut my way through the busy clutter and hectic schedules, it's amazing to me that I am still upright. I do, however, feel the need to check in to my blog, which has turned into more of a journal than anything else, and write something. There are virtually no followers, so I am writing to me. Maybe one day...
I recently received a beautiful tome, "The Path," with my poem in it, entitled "Summer Child." The publishers are Silver Boomers Press and they did a wonderful job with it all. I am very proud of it and plan on getting several copies for family and friends. :-)
On November 21st, I will be attending a writers' bootcamp in Shapleigh, Maine, hosted by Brenda Sturgis. I just sent out a ms that I am in love with to be critiqued by Lisa Wheeler, who is the author who is going to do the workshop. I have entitled it, "How do you Hide a Dragon?" (book one of the series, "The Adventures of Annie and Blaze").
Rather than carry on, (blah blah blah), I will end and save this entry. Even though I have no followers, maybe one day I will. I need to be true to my blog!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Mid-September
Time really does seem to be speeding "up." Since time apparently does not exist, I find it difficult to put that together. So, what is, in fact, speeding up? Something is!
I have had little time for writing. However, I have gotten some more done on my ya sci-fi ms. It's coming along. I sent in a poem to Horticulture Magazine. That's a wait and see, as all submissions are. I will be attending a bootcamp in Shapleigh, Maine in November, where my cb ms will be critiqued (for a fee). Actually, I am sending it to the presenter ahead of time for her critiquing. It should be an interesting day. I am nervous about finding not only the place where the workshop is being held, but Shapleigh itself! That's about "it" for my writing of late.
Our small dwelling has swelled with energy and activity. My daughter's husband in now in Iraq. My daughter, granddaughter, three small dogs and one cat (one got runover, which was traumatic for all of us) are all here "with bells on!" I will adjust. I haven't yet, completely, but I am getting there. I'm not so sure about my poor husband, who is overwhelmed by it all. Once we are in a routine, with household jobs better delegated, things will smooth out. Yes, they will. Seriously. They will! Please!!!!
I really want to get my ya ms completed. I am having such fun with it.
I have had little time for writing. However, I have gotten some more done on my ya sci-fi ms. It's coming along. I sent in a poem to Horticulture Magazine. That's a wait and see, as all submissions are. I will be attending a bootcamp in Shapleigh, Maine in November, where my cb ms will be critiqued (for a fee). Actually, I am sending it to the presenter ahead of time for her critiquing. It should be an interesting day. I am nervous about finding not only the place where the workshop is being held, but Shapleigh itself! That's about "it" for my writing of late.
Our small dwelling has swelled with energy and activity. My daughter's husband in now in Iraq. My daughter, granddaughter, three small dogs and one cat (one got runover, which was traumatic for all of us) are all here "with bells on!" I will adjust. I haven't yet, completely, but I am getting there. I'm not so sure about my poor husband, who is overwhelmed by it all. Once we are in a routine, with household jobs better delegated, things will smooth out. Yes, they will. Seriously. They will! Please!!!!
I really want to get my ya ms completed. I am having such fun with it.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
September? No Way!
Since this format is writing only, one cannot see my red face. What has happened to me?! I honestly feel as though I am in the presence of the as yet to be fully imagined gravitational pull of a black hole! All things are zinging by me in a blur and try as I might, I can't seem to grasp anything on my way in to slow the momentum, let alone stop it. Is this what it is like to become elderly? If so, it sucks. If not, then "what the....!"
August? You mean it's gone? I vaguely remember intense heat and humidity to the point of wishing myself away. I guess it worked. During that month, my daughter Cindy, granddaughter, Nadia, three dogs and two cats arrived for a long term "visit." Husband/Daddy deployed to Iraq. It's been a serious adjustment. During that time, daddy left and one kitty, Rajah got run over. It has been a series of traumas for the little Nadia. Mommy has been using her energy to try and keep the Nadia person emotionally upright. Me? I managed to create a poem to submit to Horticulture Magazine. I really liked it. I hope that they do as well. Other than that, I have thought about my ya sci-fi ms and actually read it again and added a bit. I like that one as well, but it has a long way to go. I have a couple of pb ms's that are ready for critiquing. There's a day-long workshop in Shapleigh, ME in November that I have signed up for. It's extra money for critiquing, but I am going to go for it. I just need to find out where the heck Shapleigh is...
Nadia started grade 1 yesterday. She was so very nervous. She met her new teacher, Mrs. DeCarolis, along with her classmates, outside on the veranda of the school in the morning. The teacher then escorted the children to her classroom. Nadia looked so beautiful in her little purple dress that daddy got for her. She also looked terrified. Her grandfather, Peter (she calls him "Gah") took her hand and walked with her. It was beautiful. She had an amazing day and couldn't wait to go back this morning. The people who work at Crescent Park School are angels in human form. I should know. I worked with most of them for many many years as a classroom teacher. They will all look out for this child. Life is good.
I really hope to do more with this blog. It would make a big difference if anyone were to visit it! Let's see what September brings!
August? You mean it's gone? I vaguely remember intense heat and humidity to the point of wishing myself away. I guess it worked. During that month, my daughter Cindy, granddaughter, Nadia, three dogs and two cats arrived for a long term "visit." Husband/Daddy deployed to Iraq. It's been a serious adjustment. During that time, daddy left and one kitty, Rajah got run over. It has been a series of traumas for the little Nadia. Mommy has been using her energy to try and keep the Nadia person emotionally upright. Me? I managed to create a poem to submit to Horticulture Magazine. I really liked it. I hope that they do as well. Other than that, I have thought about my ya sci-fi ms and actually read it again and added a bit. I like that one as well, but it has a long way to go. I have a couple of pb ms's that are ready for critiquing. There's a day-long workshop in Shapleigh, ME in November that I have signed up for. It's extra money for critiquing, but I am going to go for it. I just need to find out where the heck Shapleigh is...
Nadia started grade 1 yesterday. She was so very nervous. She met her new teacher, Mrs. DeCarolis, along with her classmates, outside on the veranda of the school in the morning. The teacher then escorted the children to her classroom. Nadia looked so beautiful in her little purple dress that daddy got for her. She also looked terrified. Her grandfather, Peter (she calls him "Gah") took her hand and walked with her. It was beautiful. She had an amazing day and couldn't wait to go back this morning. The people who work at Crescent Park School are angels in human form. I should know. I worked with most of them for many many years as a classroom teacher. They will all look out for this child. Life is good.
I really hope to do more with this blog. It would make a big difference if anyone were to visit it! Let's see what September brings!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
...end of July
June flashed by me and I guess July did as well. It has been a busy summer, despite the drizzly, rainy, humid, depressing weather. The big event has been the arrival of my daughter, granddaughter, three dogs and two cats. Husband/Daddy will be deploying to Iraq for a year during the first week in August. The girls and furry family members will be staying here with me, my husband, one dog, four cats and a rattie. It will be a potentially life-altering set of circumstances. It should give me a plethora of ideas for children's stories, however! I just hope that I have time to write them!!!!
That's "it" for the moment. Over and Out.
That's "it" for the moment. Over and Out.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
It's July! June got rained out...
I have been a bad, bad blogger. I am so sorry that I have let my huge numbers of followers down by not posting! serious wink here
It has not been at all productive, in terms of writing. My mind has spun out a few, but never to be captured on paper or epaper. I like that word...epaper. :-) I haven't heard from anyone else whom I sent things out to. I guess I should at least jiggle a chain or two. My promise to me is that I will get back at it as soon as I complete some tasks that need to be done on the physical plane. The mental will have to wait.
My daughter and granddaughter will be moving in with us for 12-15 months while husband/daddy deploys to Iraq. He has been told that his company's mission will be to work on rebuilding the city and they shouldn't see any combat. I have noticed that the violence is escalating in Iraq as our combat troops move out. That is not good. We will worry about him and pray for his safe return. In the meantime, the girls will stay here, along with three small dogs and two cats. We have one large dog, four cats and a rattie. So, my energy has gone into culling and organizing and cleaning and basically wearing myself out. It has been raining here in Maine "forever." It is unreal. The rain has kept me inside, doing my hard physical labor. However, the lack of sun has made things all dreary, damp, dank, and depressing. How's that for a bit of alliteration?
I felt the urge to get a post in, as I made a promise to myself that I would try to make this a blogsite. It has turned into a journal, but I guess it is what it is. I'll never get a following if I don't seriously break into print. I'll never seriously break into print if I don't write!
Sigh! Over and out.
It has not been at all productive, in terms of writing. My mind has spun out a few, but never to be captured on paper or epaper. I like that word...epaper. :-) I haven't heard from anyone else whom I sent things out to. I guess I should at least jiggle a chain or two. My promise to me is that I will get back at it as soon as I complete some tasks that need to be done on the physical plane. The mental will have to wait.
My daughter and granddaughter will be moving in with us for 12-15 months while husband/daddy deploys to Iraq. He has been told that his company's mission will be to work on rebuilding the city and they shouldn't see any combat. I have noticed that the violence is escalating in Iraq as our combat troops move out. That is not good. We will worry about him and pray for his safe return. In the meantime, the girls will stay here, along with three small dogs and two cats. We have one large dog, four cats and a rattie. So, my energy has gone into culling and organizing and cleaning and basically wearing myself out. It has been raining here in Maine "forever." It is unreal. The rain has kept me inside, doing my hard physical labor. However, the lack of sun has made things all dreary, damp, dank, and depressing. How's that for a bit of alliteration?
I felt the urge to get a post in, as I made a promise to myself that I would try to make this a blogsite. It has turned into a journal, but I guess it is what it is. I'll never get a following if I don't seriously break into print. I'll never seriously break into print if I don't write!
Sigh! Over and out.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Ta-Da!
OMG! I am about to become a published poet! On my son's birthday, no less, I got a message from Silver Boomer Books about a poem, "Child of Summer," that I submitted ages and ages ago. They want to include it in their upcoming anthology. I am going to link their blog to this blogsite as soon as I figure out how. I can include the URL, and that's what I will do now... www.silverboomerbooks.com
I got a REAL contract and even though I am but one piece in the book, this is a real "MOMENT" for me. I am thrilled!
A "lesson" is forming itself in my brain even as I write this. The biggest expenditure of my creative energy goes into writing fiction and/or non-fiction for kids. I belong to GROUPS, I READ, I STUDY, I LEARN how-to's and not how-to's, and I SUBMIT! I get rejections. Now, my poetry? That comes from WITHIN. The lesson is continuing to form itself. Right now, it is misty and wispy. You see, I DO need to know the industry, in terms of writing prose. Really. But I am trying so hard to do it RIGHT. Am I leaving myself out of the formula in the process? I need to really chew on this one!
In the meantime, I have to say that I feel so happy today. Linda, the Poet! OMG.
I got a REAL contract and even though I am but one piece in the book, this is a real "MOMENT" for me. I am thrilled!
A "lesson" is forming itself in my brain even as I write this. The biggest expenditure of my creative energy goes into writing fiction and/or non-fiction for kids. I belong to GROUPS, I READ, I STUDY, I LEARN how-to's and not how-to's, and I SUBMIT! I get rejections. Now, my poetry? That comes from WITHIN. The lesson is continuing to form itself. Right now, it is misty and wispy. You see, I DO need to know the industry, in terms of writing prose. Really. But I am trying so hard to do it RIGHT. Am I leaving myself out of the formula in the process? I need to really chew on this one!
In the meantime, I have to say that I feel so happy today. Linda, the Poet! OMG.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
May 20th
Today is my son's 40th birthday. I feel blessed that he has been in my life. He is special and I love him dearly. I won't get to be with him, except in "spirit," because we live four hours apart. Sigh.
I have just decided that a good part of my energy needs to be devoted to setting up a space someplace that is MY writing space...an office, if you will. My stuff is scattered all over the place; boxes, folders, different rooms, etc. Now, that is just not working for me. Will it make me a better writer? I doubt it. However, it will make me a more organized writer. In the long run, it will help. Now, this all begs the question..."where?" I have no immediate answer. I do know, however, that it has to happen.
I'll keep my endeavor posted in this blog. Sigh. Hello? Is anyone out there? Does anyone "shiv a git?" I do, so I'll keep plugging away at his blog.
Happy Birthday, my Sweet Son. I love you with all of my heart.
I have just decided that a good part of my energy needs to be devoted to setting up a space someplace that is MY writing space...an office, if you will. My stuff is scattered all over the place; boxes, folders, different rooms, etc. Now, that is just not working for me. Will it make me a better writer? I doubt it. However, it will make me a more organized writer. In the long run, it will help. Now, this all begs the question..."where?" I have no immediate answer. I do know, however, that it has to happen.
I'll keep my endeavor posted in this blog. Sigh. Hello? Is anyone out there? Does anyone "shiv a git?" I do, so I'll keep plugging away at his blog.
Happy Birthday, my Sweet Son. I love you with all of my heart.
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