Wednesday, July 5, 2017

IWSG July 5, 2017

It’s the 1st Wednesday in July. Half the year has gone by. No matter what you believe, this has been one of the most contentious years in recent memory. So, time for a breather and to visit a few of us bloggers as we share our insecurities, or encouragement. Yes, you have arrived at July’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group. Well, I’m one of them anyway.

If you don’t know, this group was started by Alex J. Cavanaugh and has been running for several years. So, take a look at my post and then visit a few others. To do so go here.

July 5 Question: What is one valuable lesson you've learned since you started writing?

Hmmm…as I sit here contemplating the question I start wondering about life lessons in general.

I don’t think I’ve learned any particular lessons since I began to write unless they are related to writing. Rather, the lessons I’ve learned throughout my life have made me a better writer. We will only talk about one here since I need to keep it within the length of a blog post.

I have always been a kind and generous person. People take advantage of people like me. I’ve also been bullied throughout my life. Even now at 65. So, I have studied the motivations of others simply so I could understand why people do what they do. That has translated into my ability to write believable characters and to ensure that no two characters are alike in my stories.

I once read a romance and fell in love with the writer’s talent. When I picked up her next book, it was like a carbon copy of the first in a different time and place. I never bought another book she wrote. So being able to write different characters with different motivations is a must. If you want the same characters than write a sequel with those characters in it. I write sequels, but the main characters are different.

How about you? What have you learned? O
r what do you love about your favorite book?


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Apologies. Write, Edit, Publish

I intended to write a story but I've had a migraine headache for several days and I'm no good to anyone. See you next time.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

IWSG June 2017; Did you ever quit? And, Micro-Robots

Insecure Writers Support Group is a huge blog hop started by Alex J. Cavanaugh and post on the 1st Wednesday of every month. As the name implies, many of us our insecure. Feel free to join our little group…ah…or big group, and post your insecurities and or encouragement. Just click on this link to visit other blogs and or join. Well, I recommend you do both. And no, you don’t have to visit everyone. The recommendation is to visit 10.

I missed May because my husband had surgery that day. He’s doing great.

Question of the Month:

June 7 Question: Did you ever say “I quit”? If so, what happened to make you come back to writing?

Years ago, I joined an in-person critique group. We met once a week and read our work out loud at a book store and then braced for the critique. Growing up, I was switched from my left hand to my right which gave me a learning disability known as Dyslexia. It wasn’t as severe as those born with this condition, but it still played havoc with my ability to spell, read and learn English Grammar.
No doubt you can imagine what my chapter looked like when I went home. I re-wrote chapters so many times I lost track. So, it was tempting to quit. But…I had stories and I needed to write. So here I am, a published author.

On a different note, I watch Ancient Aliens and often come away with ideas to include in my stories. It’s great if you need a magical element and you want something different from the norm. This week’s show was all about what doctors and scientists are working on currently. Of course, in between showing us this and that, the guys claim aliens did the same thing in the past.

So, I thought I’d share a snippet with you, because that show this week gave me a ton of ideas, none of which will work for fantasy.

If your old enough or if you love old movies, you may remember the one called, ‘Voyager,’ where a team of scientist enter a ship which is shrunk and injected into the body of a man who was dying. Well…they can do that now minus the people. Micro-robots that will attack disease instead of the need for surgery.


Did you quit and come back to writing? Do you like the idea of micro-robots infiltrating your body? Can you think of a story that suits this technology? Is it horror? Humor? SciFi or some other genre. Let me know in the comments. Thanks for coming by.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

When Love Meets, Write, Edit, Publish, blog hop.

Time once more for my favorite blog hop. Write, Edit, Publish, was founded by my friend, the awesome Aussie, Denise Covey. Joining her as moderator is Yolanda Renee, also awesome. To read other stories in this hop go here.

This challenged included a poem. Being inspired by the poem, I added two lines which have a * symbol before the quote. The poem is below my story.

For those who are new to my blog, I’ve been compared with Tolkien in writing style. A great honor since he is my favorite writer. If you haven’t yet purchased my epic fantasy you can do so. The title is, The Treasures of Carmelidrium. You will find it on my sidebar. Just 99 cents. At some point this year it will have a new book cover and the price will go up to $2.99.

When Love Meets

They fell together, distilled in time, transformed beyond love and hate. *Pleasure and Pain swear friendship leal and true.
            Grace lifted her arms above her head, her fingers met in an arch, heavenward. Tears, ran silent along her cheeks. On tiptoe she thrust upward, her faerie wings took flight. Beneath on the lily pad rested Storm, his wings tattered and grey. Their compassion strained beyond endurance, as *the vulture may be comrade to the dove.
            Grace called upon her healing powers. Twirling, her feathered skirt flew out, a kaleidoscope of colors. Magic shifted. Grace danced upon the air stream, casting her sparks overhead. The faerie dust floated downward, landing as soft whispers on Storm. He raised smoky gray eyes and met her crystal blue gaze.
            Anger rushed out of him. Striking the pond with flashes of thunder. Frogs leapt into the water, birds took flight, while Storm still stared skyward.
            Grace ignored his bad temper. She had empathy enough. Stored up. Measured strong. She held her love close. Gazing down, she saw her healing powers restore Storm’s ragged wings. Strong once more, his wings changed color to midnight blue. He launched himself from the lily pad and met her in flight.
She raised her voice in song.  “Born of God, my bitter foe. Take heed to measure your wild hostility. Peace with love will smooth your cares, until all is sweet, within your heart.”
Storm’s answer was heavy with his deep voice. “Grace. You who are named for all that is good fail to see evil. As bats beat their wings in rapid progression, the world will overtake you and whither your passion.” He flew close and plucked a tear, now turned into a crystal, from her cheek.
Grace smiled, fluttered close and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Would that you could embrace the sunlight.”
“Shadows obscure its rays.”
She flew in a circle around him. “After the rain, the darkness will vanish. It is then that the rainbow appears.”
“Then we must live in the colors, and vanish when they fade.” Storm’s face softened and his regard turned thoughtful.
“Let it be so.” Grace smiled.
“We will make our home in a bilious cloud.” Storm took up the dance with Grace. His wings dripped cobalt blue while Grace shed white ivory.
“Nay, a grass bungalow beneath the evergreen on top of yonder knoll.”
“Sunlight doesn’t reach below the sturdy branches of the pine.” Storm allowed Grace’s fingers to entwine his own. She laughed then and the sound was like a whispered song through the breeze.

Word Count: 430

There are two angels, messengers of light,
    Both born of God, who yet are bitterest foes.
    No human breast their dual presence knows.
As violently opposed as wrong and right,
When one draws near, the other takes swift flight,
    And when one enters, thence the other goes.
    Till mortal life in the immortal flows,
So must these two avoid each other's sight.
Despair and hope may meet within one heart,
The vulture may be comrade to the dove!
Pleasure and Pain swear friendship leal and true:
But till the grave unites them, still apart
Must dwell these angels known as Peace and Love,
For only Death can reconcile the two.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay and Mitchell, 1917

I hope you enjoyed the story. Tell me what you liked.


If you would like to read my other faerie stories, scroll down and select faerie from the list of post. P.S. Would you be interested in purchasing a collection of faerie stories? How many would you like to see included for your 99 cents? 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

April 2017 IWSG

April has arrived and it's time for another IWSG post. The Insecure Writer's Support Group was started by Alex J. Cavanaugh. We post on the first Wednesday of the month. To read other post go here.

April 5 Question: Have you taken advantage of the annual A to Z Challenge in terms of marketing, networking, publicity for your book? What were the results?

I did participate in the A through Z Challenge the first year, but after that my health took a nose dive. I had to decide, continue to blog as I had been, or devote my time to writing and critiquing my work and the work of my critique partners. I chose to write. that being said, I can't offer advice for selling my books based on blogging. When I did blog, I didn't notice a lot of sales from my efforts.

How about you? Do you participate in the A - Z Challenge? Does blogging help you sell your books?