Monthly Archives: April 2013

Kismet (A Short Story of Fate)

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*I’m a little behind on my a to z challenge but I’m continuing. I will catch up*

A young woman comes home from a long day of waiting tables. She’s looking forward to reading her new girly mag and sipping the iced coffee she bought for herself on the drive home. She tucks the magazine under her arm and grabs her coffee from the center console then swings open the car door. When she steps from the car, her ankle twists on a piece of broken sidewalk. Her body jolts and the magazine drops to the ground. As she bends to pick it up she forgets that she is holding the coffee. The coffee plunges forward with the tilt of her hand and bursts through the lid spilling atop the magazine. She wonders, “Could it get any worse?”

A young man gets done cutting his final lawn of the day. It’s a hard, tedious, exhausting job but it’s great summer money. He loads up the back of his truck with the machinery used throughout the day. He takes a long drive home, circling past the mountain homes that he daydreams he will one day own. His stomach roars and he’s reminded that he hasn’t eaten the entire day. The sudden awareness of his empty stomach makes him all that much hungrier. He remembers there is a corner store on his way home that makes great hoagies.

The girl pulls up to the store. She is annoyed that she will have to spend eight more dollars on a cup of iced coffee and the girly magazine. But, she already planned out how she would unwind. She will be glad later that she went back to get them both. When she enters the store there is a line of people waiting. “Could this get any worse?” she mumbles again.

The boy pulls up to the store and frowns at the row full of cars in front. He spots an empty space off to the side of the building and pulls in. He walks through the door and notices there is a line and contemplates leaving. But, as he is about to turn, a girl in a waitress uniform catches his eye. He looks down at his grass stained jeans then takes a spot behind her.

He looks at the magazine tucked underneath her arms and blushes when he reads one of the bold headlines.

As she goes to pay a voice calls out behind her, “I’ll get that.” The clerk’s eyes rise.
When the girl turns to see who’s speaking, she locks eyes with a handsome boy whose hair is tousled. His skin is red as if he was out in the sun all day, but, his eyes twinkle.

“A magazine and a coffee, I think I can afford it.”

“Thank you,” she says. She grabs her order pad from the pocket of the apron which is still wrapped around her waist. “Since you picked up my check, can I get your number?” The words fall from her mouth before she can think about how they sound coming out.

The boy grabs the pen and scribbles across her pad. “My name is Luke.” He smiles
“Nice to meet you Luke, I’m Melody.” The girl walks slowly out the store but steals a glance before leaving.

She thinks about the events that led up to her return trip to the story and laughs. “Kismet,” she says, “Can it get any better?”

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Journaling

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Six years ago my husband bought me a beautiful leather journal for Christmas. The journal sat on a shelf for a few months because I wasn’t sure what I should write in it.
I wanted it to be more than a diary. I have to be honest, I always felt a little corny when I would write a daily entry in the diary I received when I was younger. The process felt forced to me.
Ever since I was five years old, I loved the movie King Kong. There was something about the giant beast and his kind eyes that made my heart swell. He was scary looking to most but to me he was loveable. I always watched the movie with my father (it was our movie). I’d sob every time the giant ape fell from the building. My father would say, “Mar, he’s an ape.” Even though I knew King Kong’s demise made him sad too.
When King Kong came to the big screen again (this time I was in my thirties) I said to my father, “We are going!” I was convinced I wouldn’t cry when Kong fell to his death. After all I wasn’t a little girl anymore. But when the planes circled him as he stood atop the Empire State building I felt the emotion building up. By the time he fell I was a blubbering mess.
When I got home that night I couldn’t get King Kong off of my mind. The hold he had on me was something I didn’t understand but wanted to understand. I have to figure this out, I whispered. As I was thinking about me crying like a baby the leather journal caught my eye. My love for journaling began because of my love for King Kong.
Kong is Falling was the first entry I entered. It took me two pages to figure out that King Kong symbolized my father. From that point on I nicknamed my father Kong. It was with that entry that I realized that I’d never stop journaling.
Journaling can be anything you want it to be. You can write about your day or remember a dream. You can write down a favorite song, outline plots, interview characters or doodle across the pages.
I’m on my sixth journal. I’ve named them all. Journey, Hope, Destiny, Karma, and Honesty (sixth one to be determined) are filled with my thoughts, ideas, and past. I treasure each of them.
I suggest finding a journal that speaks to you in some way. I love leather journals but I’m also fond of pocket journals. I like being able to tuck away notes, pictures or small tokens from my children.
Journaling allows you to explore who you are and records moments and ideas that you might have otherwise forgotten.

Do you journal?

I am participating in April’s a-to z writing challenge. Visit http://www.a-to-zwritingchallenge.com/

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I Am Immortal

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The next time you sit down to write, whisper the words “I am immortal,” to yourself. A writer lives forever. Long after we have gone to that place in the sky our words will live on.

A photograph reminds you of what the person looked like. A voice recording preserves the sound of a person’s voice. A memory is a collection of moments, but words are the essence of the being. Think about all of the famous authors who have been dead for decades. Their words are still read in classrooms. Their lessons are still being taught. They are dead but through their work they remain very much alive.

After my father died, I did all of the things a grieving person does. I looked at pictures of him. I called his phone to hear his voice on the message. I cried remembering the times we shared. But, it wasn’t until I read through his e-mails and stumbled upon his comments on my previous blog that I felt like he was still with me. Reading his words comforted me more than I ever knew it could.

We may not become famous but someone will appreciate everything we wrote after we are no longer here.

My children will get to discover me all over again after I’m gone. I find solace in the fact that my words will be left for them to read. After all, a writer never dies.

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H IS FOR HAIKU

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Did you know that April is also national poetry month? While we are all jumping from blog to blog checking out each other’s a to z posts, poets are checking out each other’s poems.
A few years ago, I participated in the poetry challenge. The poems are listed on my previous blog Moments to Memories. I loved the challenge and enjoyed learning about poetry. Poetry is soulful and powerful and has the ability to open eyes and change hearts.
A few of my favorite poets are Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe, Shel Silverstein, Emily Dickenson, E.E. Cummings, Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe and Ralph Waldo Emerson.

In honor of the letter H and National Poetry Month, I came up with a haiku. The first line is five syllables, second is seven and third is five. Take a stab at your own haiku, leave it in the comments for us to see.

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My Haiku

Imagine a world
Characters whisper to you
A story is born

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GIFTS FOR WRITERS

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Years ago, I won a contest held by Christina Katz aka The Writer Mama. My prize was a pretty marble plaque that says Writer at Work. I still have the plaque. I love it because it reminds me on a daily basis that yes, I am a writer.
In honor of the letter G, I’m listing a few sites where you can find awesome gifts for writers. Don’t be afraid to buy one for yourself. They make great gifts for blog giveaways too. Hope you enjoy browsing as much as I did.

1. The Café press, www.cafepress.com offers a variety of writer inspired gifts such as T-shirts, mugs and pins. There is a green t on the front page I love. It simply says Write.
2. Outskirt Press www.outskirtspress.com/ has a really cool instant self-publishing gift certificate. Self-publishing can be costly, so this is a great way to help that writer in your life who is trying to do it on their own.
3. Amazon www.amazon.com/ also has some neat gifts for writers. One that caught my eye was The Writer’s Tool Box. This paperback includes games and writing exercises. It received five stars on the customer rating system. If this sounds like something you’d be interested in you better hurry there were only four available left.
4. Pinterest (a favorite site of mine) has a ton of pins showing super unique writing gifts. The cool gifts include a Shakespeare tissue box cover and a typewriter tea-pot. You will have a blast looking through the pins. You can pin them to your wall and buy them later.
5. Ninth Moon www.ninthmoon.com/ is another neat site. Their gifts include autograph plates, letterheads and book barks.
6. Kyle Designs www.kyledesigns.com/about_us.html offers personalized and engraved gifts for writers. If you are looking for an ornament for a writer or a flask, this is the site to visit.
Have fun checking out all of the cool gifts for writers. Have you ever received a writing gift? What do you think is a great gift for writers?

I listed all the links for you to get to their sites faster but if it doesn’t take you right to the gifts just enter writer gifts in their browsing sections.

Happy Writing!

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Fan Fiction

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I’m not too familiar with fan-fiction or exactly how it works. I see it mentioned a lot and hear about authors who have become famous from pieces they wrote that started out as fan-fiction.

In today’s post (for the letter f) I’m asking if any of my readers can explain to me exactly what it is and how one participates. Does the fan fiction always spin-off of famous published work? Is it a writing exercise?
When my sister finished reading The Twilight Saga she was worried about Jacob. She wished there was a follow up book about Jacob and Renessme. She wanted there to be one so bad that she was thinking about writing it for her own benefit. Would this be considered fan fiction?
I know as an author I should know more about this trending topic but unfortunately I don’t.
Have you ever engaged in fan-fiction? What sites do you visit when looking for fan-fiction?
What are your opinions?

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Exercise for Writers

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Writing exercises are a fun way to get your mind working and your imagination running. In honor of the letter e, today’s post will be a writing exercise.
First, I’m going to describe a female and a male. After reading through each description, jot down a name for the female and a name for the male.
Second, I’m going to give you a female name and a male name, write down what you think (based on their name only) that these two characters look like.
Third, I’m going to give you a situation for a male and female character. I want you to come up with a back story for the character based on the circumstance they are in.
Fourth, I will describe a scene and you will come up with a location for your character. If you want you can let us know why your character is there.
You don’t have to list all of your answers in the comments, but one or two would be cool. At the end we can compare what everyone came up with and see if any minds are thinking alike. Don’t peek at the other comments until you come up with your own answers.
Ready, Set, Create!
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FEMALE CHARACTER: (Name her) She stands in front of the photograph staring at the black and white picture of the mother and child huddled under a blanket. She recalls the day she took the shot. It was the day she chopped her waist length hair off with a pair of kitchen scissors. She wanted to look edgy but sheik for her first photo shoot. It was the first day she truly believed she was a photographer.

MALE CHARACTER: (Name him) He couldn’t go fishing without his grey cargo pants. He was wearing the pants every time he got a big catch. Today, fifty bucks was riding on the biggest catch. He couldn’t risk losing to the jock. He might not be able to throw a football or hit a baseball but he could hook a fish.

(2.)
FEMALE NAME- Lydia
MALE NAME- Tucker

SITUATION
(3.) Mother of three caught stealing at local grocery store. Items in her possession were scotch tape, a jar of hot sauce and a pack of straws.

(4.) Eighteen year old male standing on top of a chair in the food court of local mall singing at the top of his lungs “Don’t You Want Me Baby,” by Rod Stewart.

SETTING

(1.) Running along the railroad tracks are four old brick factories which have been abandoned since I can remember. The windows are smashed or boarded up. An overgrown courtyard rests in the middle of the dilapidated buildings. Every once in a while a group of boys can be spotted playing hide and go seek despite the no trespassing signs.

(2.) The three story house is surrounded by Weeping Willow trees. A small lake is less than twenty yards away from their back porch. Three ducks have claimed the lake their home.

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