What Happened to Them?

As I sat here this morning and watched the pouring rain outside of my window, I knew I couldn’t go anywhere today. The flooding in Texas has been crazy. I’m glad we’re in the ‘burbs here in the Galveston area, so our area hasn’t been so bad. But I still haven’t been out on the streets when it’s raining like this. Everyone else has stayed put too. So ya’ll don’t worry–we’re safe.

It’s sort of nice to watch the rain, actually. I just wish I didn’t know that people are suffering and some have died from it. So if you’re in the path of these storms, please stay safe. Try not to drive, especially at night, with these flash floods.

Now, on to the point of my post this morning. While I was watching the rain, I was feeling a bit nostalgic. I went to the AWF (Accentuate Writers Forum) to see if anything new had been posted. It’s been so slow in there recently. Nobody is talking any more. I feel like Facebook is killing my forum and that makes me sad.

I still post paying writing leads, both for fiction and nonfiction, online and print...

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You Told Me To Give Up

You told me to give up. You told me to let it go and walk away.

And because you don’t ever ask much of me… because you rarely are ever that adamant or demanding of me… but mostly because I know you are right and I agree with you, I am going to walk away and give up.

Because you told me to.

Because I want to.

Because it’s the right thing to do.

But I still don’t regret for one moment that I chose to try. And I don’t regret for one moment that I feel I did the right thing at the right time and for the right reasons. If someone else took my reasons, took my kindness, took my offer, took my friendship, took anything else that I gave of freely, and then used it for some other purpose than I had intended, that’s on them, not me. The karmic balance of the universe is ever in place, and I got mine coming… and so do they. And I don’t have to DO anything to make that happen or even want that to happen. I just know that’s how the universe works.

But I find it strange that you asked me to give up.

I find ...

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Busy And Yet Not And Yet…

It’s funny the things I’ll do to keep my mind occupied. I have been mostly ‘stable’ on my health this past year. But what that means to me and what that means to someone else are actually two different things. For me, stable means I haven’t actually been admitted to the hospital any time during the past year. I still have at least three doctor’s appointments every month, just for standard care. That’s not counting little or big problems that crop up along the way.

I guess I was doing well enough that I started to think along the lines of, “Hey, maybe I could actually start doing some REAL work again…” And then I started helping out this local restaurant, doing a lot of real work for them, and I learned really fast that I am so not ready to go back to work. Not even close to it. My doctor just shook her head at me, flabbergasted I even was doing what I was doing. She sort of scolded me, in fact.

But I also learned there ARE things I can do to be productive and feel good about myself. I can write some, but not as fast or as much as I used to. But I am still writing. I got one of my biggest royalty payments from Smashwords yet. Not enough to pay the mortgage, but it was enough I could have taken my family out for a nice meal. Adjusting my priorities and dreams slightly, for now, I can be pretty happy with that.

I want to write more though. I NEED to. My brain and body and soul needs to write more.

The birds are helping. Memphis and Conner are amazing...

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New Family Member: Goffin’s Cockatoo, Memphis!

10922519_1538951323055584_2706017299611945980_n This is my new baby, Memphis. Memphis is a Goffin’s Cockatoo, the smallest of the cockatoos, but packed with all the personality and charm and love of the cockatoo breed.

I’d been looking to get another bird for some time now, really, over a year. But I didn’t want just ‘any’ bird. So I started by researching breeds. I was almost 100% certain I wanted a caique. I love their cheeky personalities, and though they are a little bigger than Conner, they aren’t so much bigger I was worried Conner would be afraid of them. So next I set out for the second criteria for my next bird: I wanted to rescue one, not buy one.

It’s a bit of a pickle of mine, but as long lived as birds are, it’s likely they will go through multiple homes throughout their lives, and as highly intelligent as they are, but not being able to communicate with us like we can with each other, the changing of homes for birds is traumatic. I personally would be happy if they outlawed buying birds and made them only available through rescue. There would be enough black market breeders and birds in need of homes–when birds can live upwards of 70 to 90 years depending on breed–that there will ALWAYS be birds in need of rescue/adoption, and there is no need to sell or breed birds again.

That said, it’s interesting to note that the only reason th...

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Reviews Mean Nothing to a Writer (or they shouldn’t)

I suppose one of the hardest things for me to get across to writers has been that they should not read the reviews on their books–for so many reasons. The main reason, how, comes down to my post I wrote called They’re Not For You! In this post, I talk about how book reviews are written from the consumer perspective to other consumers, and the only way their reviews can be written is the same way your book gets written: with bias based on personal experiences.

How do I know? Well, how about, one of my books that was written based off a real-life experience, in which a reviewer said, “No man would ever do that….” and I have to laugh, ’cause I know two men who did it! Or another who said a line of dialogue that was actually spoken in real life was unrealistic. But then I turn around and in a review two days later, someone says that my story was completely believable and that what she loved the most was how the dialogue was so much like real life conversations.

One person said I used the word ‘giggle’ too frequently, to the point that she said if the main character giggled one more time, she was going to throw the book or something… I searched the entire novella, over 70 completed page, and the word ‘giggle’ (or any derivative or conjugation thereof) appears exactly 7 times in the entire manuscript. Nice, huh?

Or when another person tells me that the story is completely unre...

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Inexperienced Football Fan

football-5-655092-mJust a short bit of humor to brighten your day that is a blast from my past with my son.

When my son was 11…he’ wasn’t much up on football. The person I was living with at the time was watching the game…my son was trying to “get into the game” and share it with him, but my son just flat didn’t understand the concept.

I’m sitting at my desk working, and here is what I am hearing in the background:

Son: So who are the Sooner’s?

Answer: Oklahoma.

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The Foolishness of the Lake

The rays of the sun reflected off the lake surface, in shimmering, brilliant strands. The group of girls stood near the pond, changing into swim clothing after the long hike and horse ride down the path through the woods.

The lake was not swimmable, for the water was too murky, too dirty. Not from pollution though, just a natural murky, mud filled lake-hole. While the sun shone brightly on it, and the reflection of the surrounding trees was gorgeous, the water itself stank of fish and dirt and sludge.

However, just a few feet from the lake was a gorgeous natural hot-water spring. The girls from the scout troop were preparing to soak their tired, wearied bodies in the hot springs.

Each girl slipped in, one by one, to the warmth of the crystal clear water. After several minutes of relaxing and gossipping that teen age girls are prone to do…one girl screams, and for no apparent reason, jumps out of the hot spring.

Then a second girl screams, and then a third. Before you know it, the entire scout troop has jumped out of the hot springs and are dancing around in circles, jumping up and down screaming, and running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

Was the water too hot?

No...

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Not Enough Time

Newly married, she wanted to take a honeymoon, just a short trip so they could spend time together, even if just for the weekend. When she asked him if they could, he responded, “We’ll have time for a honeymoon later. I just started this new job, and we need the money for the house.”

She was disappointed, but she understood.

A few years down the road, she said to her husband one evening, “I want to have a baby, a son or a daughter, our own little family. Can we talk about having children?”

He replied, “We’ll have plent...

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Expectations (Flash Fiction Piece)

Flash Fiction: Jim wasn’t expecting a letter, but Laura wasn’t expecting a visitor either. Neither got what they expected.
He had not been expecting the letter. Jim wasn’t surprised to receive it; after all, his wife had told him she was filing for divorce, but that was months ago, and she hadn’t made any moves. He sighed and put the unopened envelope from the attorney’s office on the table by the door, tossed his keys, and then shuffled to the kitchen in search of a stiff drink.

The whiskey poured and still burning his throat, he picked up the phone and dialed seven digits he had memorized but had never before dialed.

“Hello?” the gruff voice on the end of the line answered.

“Larry gave me your number?”

“Yeah,” he barked.

Jim finalized plans on the phone, and then took he his whiskey bott...

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Twenty (20) Things You Should Not Do!

Have any of you ever heard that Jim Croce song that goes something like this:

“You don’t tug on Superman’s cap…you don’t spit into the wind…you don’t pull the mask off the ‘ole lone ranger, and you don’t mess around with Jim….”

Well, My son loves that song – not sure why.

But that got me to thinking about things that people shouldn’t do...

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