Colorful leaves blow through the air.
Little ghouls and boys will wander the neighborhoods tomorrow.
Get into the spirit!
Journal: write a scary story
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Dance, dance
Before my son was born, one of my favorite things about my marriage was that we'd dance in the kitchen.
Now that Max is here, one of my favorite things is watching him dance..and dancing with him.
Just tonight, I played the piano and sang along. His knees bent and he bounced. The kid began to boogie with a big grin on his face. Eventually, he joined me at the keyboard and banged along with the correct rhythm. Then, his dad scooped him up and they waltzed around the room.
Who says live music and dancing goes out the window once you have a family?
Now that Max is here, one of my favorite things is watching him dance..and dancing with him.
Just tonight, I played the piano and sang along. His knees bent and he bounced. The kid began to boogie with a big grin on his face. Eventually, he joined me at the keyboard and banged along with the correct rhythm. Then, his dad scooped him up and they waltzed around the room.
Who says live music and dancing goes out the window once you have a family?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Hey there, Delilah
Julie and Mark* wanted a family. They tried the traditional way. They tried the scientific way.
Nothing seemed to work.
They decided that someone else must be destined to deliver their baby, so they began the long process of adoption. Finally, they were matched with a pregnant girl who wanted to give her child a better life than she could provide.
Julie and Mark were overjoyed. When the baby was born, they brought him home. Family and friends surprised the couple and baby David with a baby shower. His nursery was filled with all of the items and love any child could want.
After two nights with his family, David's parents received a phone call. According to the agreement, the birth mother had a time in which she could change her mind. The birth mother wanted David returned to her.
Julie and Mark couldn't give him back. They had someone else return their sleeping bundle of hope. Afterward, those same loved ones who had given a baby shower offered to box up David's things. Julie and Mark refused.
Two and a half months later, the birth mother listened to the popular radio show Delilah After Dark. Someone dedicated a song to a birth mother, thanking her for offering her child a better a life. The birth-grandmother, who had never wanted the adoption to go through, was listening, too.
Another phone call surprised Julie and Mark. Baby David was finally returned home, where his nursery was just as he'd left it.
*This story was told to me by someone who met Baby David and Julie. Names have been changed. But I hope the story warms your heart as it did mine.
Nothing seemed to work.
They decided that someone else must be destined to deliver their baby, so they began the long process of adoption. Finally, they were matched with a pregnant girl who wanted to give her child a better life than she could provide.
Julie and Mark were overjoyed. When the baby was born, they brought him home. Family and friends surprised the couple and baby David with a baby shower. His nursery was filled with all of the items and love any child could want.
After two nights with his family, David's parents received a phone call. According to the agreement, the birth mother had a time in which she could change her mind. The birth mother wanted David returned to her.
Julie and Mark couldn't give him back. They had someone else return their sleeping bundle of hope. Afterward, those same loved ones who had given a baby shower offered to box up David's things. Julie and Mark refused.
Two and a half months later, the birth mother listened to the popular radio show Delilah After Dark. Someone dedicated a song to a birth mother, thanking her for offering her child a better a life. The birth-grandmother, who had never wanted the adoption to go through, was listening, too.
Another phone call surprised Julie and Mark. Baby David was finally returned home, where his nursery was just as he'd left it.
*This story was told to me by someone who met Baby David and Julie. Names have been changed. But I hope the story warms your heart as it did mine.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Flu
My husband and I took the flu mist. He was fine. I ached and felt icky. Getting out of bed didn't entice me. I kept thinking, If I hadn't had the vaccine, I'd think I had the flu.
(insert head thunk here)
I just learned that the mist is a live virus. After I took it, I signed a thing that recommended against people with asthma and allergies taking it. I have both.
(insert head thunk here)
I guess I had a mild case of the flu.
Now, the real question is whether or not to get the H1N1 vaccine.
(insert head thunk here)
I just learned that the mist is a live virus. After I took it, I signed a thing that recommended against people with asthma and allergies taking it. I have both.
(insert head thunk here)
I guess I had a mild case of the flu.
Now, the real question is whether or not to get the H1N1 vaccine.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Journal: in the details
As I turned onto the highway heading out of town, which is just a couple of blocks from my new house, a thought occurred to me: Since I've been old enough to select my homes, I've always lived right by an easy route to get out of Dodge. Whether it was a mile from the turnpike or a block from a train station, I've had easy access to transportation.
What does that say about me?
Am I unwilling to commit? Do I simply like to travel? Am I always looking for an escape?
I think it sounds like a great way to develop a character.
Journal: Create a character from a small detail. Place that character in a scene where that detail is important.
What does that say about me?
Am I unwilling to commit? Do I simply like to travel? Am I always looking for an escape?
I think it sounds like a great way to develop a character.
Journal: Create a character from a small detail. Place that character in a scene where that detail is important.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Page 42
A meeting with my dear Inklings last Friday revealed the truth: My novel begins on page 42.
The rest was backstory.
I'd suspected as much but needed validation. I received it with smiles, hoorays, and colorful markings all over my submission. To me it was as good as a ticker-tape parade. I know I'm moving in the right direction.
Plus, Sonia brought a great plotting tool to our critique group. Go here and click on "helpful sheet" to find it yourself. You'll be glad you did. Focus, focus, focus.
The rest was backstory.
I'd suspected as much but needed validation. I received it with smiles, hoorays, and colorful markings all over my submission. To me it was as good as a ticker-tape parade. I know I'm moving in the right direction.
Plus, Sonia brought a great plotting tool to our critique group. Go here and click on "helpful sheet" to find it yourself. You'll be glad you did. Focus, focus, focus.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Mummified Fairy
What happens to fairies when they die?
Make this mummified fairy for your next Halloween party!
Thanks to my brother for sending the link. I now know why I gave him a pressed fairy book once (like a pressed flower book, but with fairies). We must share a similar sense of humor.
Make this mummified fairy for your next Halloween party!
Thanks to my brother for sending the link. I now know why I gave him a pressed fairy book once (like a pressed flower book, but with fairies). We must share a similar sense of humor.
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