tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72964837019932927432024-02-18T18:38:10.610-08:00HowLynnTimeA blog about writing, life with imaginary friends and my wandering brain that's never really lost... just off the map with the monsters.HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-19639498845622075692013-03-31T04:12:00.000-07:002013-03-31T04:19:11.633-07:00How do you feel about fan fiction?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRXFmKmTitKexZjVUPAuibJ9SrViIXUo7bx3dg-kIdIK6oVjF8Zk71f4i3ciK3sUMUlGEobr9WJB4Xn5CWJJTzeIcuqv_JkpEm-RwRvv4_uMei-24RwvcKMA5xXwYRJ2hbSt5myhY0so/s1600/6325923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRXFmKmTitKexZjVUPAuibJ9SrViIXUo7bx3dg-kIdIK6oVjF8Zk71f4i3ciK3sUMUlGEobr9WJB4Xn5CWJJTzeIcuqv_JkpEm-RwRvv4_uMei-24RwvcKMA5xXwYRJ2hbSt5myhY0so/s1600/6325923.jpg" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHczG7HaTJyqCKG4Vanw14qWv_xhPvptBCEhLMWaEyOKyOGTAWrU_Mx2ECnts_FmKiOeSS7QbUEoJY7DTARedRE3p4KZfCxIXLYnIXjX-CcX1LZqiOU1aS-GiQtJi_d1VBO_AkwhQOIhw/s1600/Sherlock21.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHczG7HaTJyqCKG4Vanw14qWv_xhPvptBCEhLMWaEyOKyOGTAWrU_Mx2ECnts_FmKiOeSS7QbUEoJY7DTARedRE3p4KZfCxIXLYnIXjX-CcX1LZqiOU1aS-GiQtJi_d1VBO_AkwhQOIhw/s320/Sherlock21.bmp" width="146" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Where the heck have I been!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Honestly, who cares?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The answer is mostly boring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">What have I been doing?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Of course I have been writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What I have been writing may shock you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are times in which you get some very good advice and
as you sulk that you are not yet brilliant and extraordinary, due to the fact
there isn’t much of anything better to do, you listen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I admit my mind has not changed about fanfiction in many
ways.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is the writerly cesspool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You will find examples of the most horrible
literary endeavors to be typed since fifth-grade book reports.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would give some fifth-graders far more
credit, in fact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">With that said, I feel it only fair to say I have read
beautiful, eloquent literary genius as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have met fantastic critics from 14 year old
grammar gods, to English professors educated in places from which I can’t
afford to by tee-shirts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have
officially been stalked by a not-a-fan insane person who dutifully read
everything I wrote and made hate filled comments in order to converse with
me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have written my million + words of
crap again and learned to play the violin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmdlu0FogJZATQRLwzpqoxKHSjqoW-Q5CAzXEGieZPH5sqewEnEBlWEq0l75zsSRniTCK3vjAZHtVl20Z8PBvgUxP8mTkAY4SymULprVDEwFRLj_9lQ7hYVmW2vsqvct4JAVJbgBs3DI/s1600/555011_496616480373446_1331749422_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmdlu0FogJZATQRLwzpqoxKHSjqoW-Q5CAzXEGieZPH5sqewEnEBlWEq0l75zsSRniTCK3vjAZHtVl20Z8PBvgUxP8mTkAY4SymULprVDEwFRLj_9lQ7hYVmW2vsqvct4JAVJbgBs3DI/s320/555011_496616480373446_1331749422_n.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No, I mean an actual violin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I have received small compensation related to my musical abilities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>See picture and I think you will get the
idea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Now if someone would pay me not to write, the world would be
so much safer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I adore the words of wisdom of Mary at Kidlit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Write what you can’t.
Write what you’ve been afraid to write this entire time. - Mary Kole at
kidlit.com<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFo33ywOSBSETajMltJbGvVCF_EWqdCVXyLqnHWt5v3pmDa2Nd-8MZlliyGpKWscWJk7CtoKlqyzg1VfAV8R3cva0RPbeeh2ONLLDtb1FW-iOyT3m3SnP4MKwhX_Sk4opg-0aZuccvg8Q/s1600/john___painting_by_lasse17-d50kihg.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFo33ywOSBSETajMltJbGvVCF_EWqdCVXyLqnHWt5v3pmDa2Nd-8MZlliyGpKWscWJk7CtoKlqyzg1VfAV8R3cva0RPbeeh2ONLLDtb1FW-iOyT3m3SnP4MKwhX_Sk4opg-0aZuccvg8Q/s320/john___painting_by_lasse17-d50kihg.png" width="223" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwhThjEQ1rzqHKdqqL1HcoUdeqTKet9nA3EnWbcmvNJ7Zw0C1778QNAqkKf-LRGWc-RneJAJcjrWnkRoXYkf-I233r_42nPNEQpZ9r0_rTrzd61MzlZi6T7JQ69eCYC-gCKN_haIGnj0/s1600/imagesCA9Z4M9C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwhThjEQ1rzqHKdqqL1HcoUdeqTKet9nA3EnWbcmvNJ7Zw0C1778QNAqkKf-LRGWc-RneJAJcjrWnkRoXYkf-I233r_42nPNEQpZ9r0_rTrzd61MzlZi6T7JQ69eCYC-gCKN_haIGnj0/s1600/imagesCA9Z4M9C.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I made a list of what I could not write.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It included things like romantic scenes, good
fight scenes, character death, slash, hottie scenes that didn’t tumble down the
porn cliff, drug use, and many other things that are just plain hard to make
happen without going purple, ending up flat or sounding funny rather than awe
inspiring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Think of anything you absolutely dread writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guess what, if you come swim with me in the
cesspool, there is a free place in which you can get all sorts of opinions,
even misguided ones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The good part is
that from average-Joe reader, you will find out what works and what does not by
the questions they ask?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even the most gushy-fan-girl
reader can give the writer insight to what they have over done as opposed to
what they missed doing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It doesn’t make you a dime, but if you resolve to always do
your best to improve, there are benefits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I promise you, when someone tells you that you really touched them in
some way, it is an addictive substance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Reviews can make your fingers tingle with greed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am going to share with you two of my fanfics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> They are</span> written for BBC Sherlock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I discovered the show through fanfiction.
(The correct procedure is usually the other way around)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle many years
ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who hasn’t heard of Sherlock
Holmes?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EfxfR7P9ZWA7IS5CbYiEj0c5COpx3HAzbgDtckUoVdxt5mFDI-xdq0yLJpbVNuuYhWjNjqhNE9Y1E16Jz3jKHzyPwjCChmuzSHfbpUFdtSYtO5xTZ3b5OYOMi02m7DClM_xSDUSskTc/s1600/imagesCAI873WA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EfxfR7P9ZWA7IS5CbYiEj0c5COpx3HAzbgDtckUoVdxt5mFDI-xdq0yLJpbVNuuYhWjNjqhNE9Y1E16Jz3jKHzyPwjCChmuzSHfbpUFdtSYtO5xTZ3b5OYOMi02m7DClM_xSDUSskTc/s1600/imagesCAI873WA.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This version is written by writer-gods Steven Moffet and
Mark Gatiss – who are responsible for many wonderful episodes of Dr. Who. (If
you don’t know THE DOCTOR – the longest running science fiction television show
in the world – see picture, then watch a few episodes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least find out what a TARDIS is so you don’t
miss all the fun)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Anyway, back to Sherlock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>(Oh, Martin Freeman, You have seen him in The Hobbit – plays Dr. John
Watson. The bad guy with the voice from Star Trek – Benedict Cumberbatch – plays
Sherlock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two of my favorite actors
along with the gorgeous writer/actor Mark Gatiss who brings Mycroft Holmes to
elegant life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I warn you, there are only
six episodes – English Telly works very differently from ours here in the
states.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Filming on series 3 has just
started and you will have to wait FOR—EVER to see what happens next.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I realized that Fan Fiction has been going on far longer
than the internet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Basically, this
entire production is well done Fan fiction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As is House, M.D., Bones and our Movie Sherlock as well as
Elementary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of them are based on
Sherlock Holmes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Holmes gave a nod to
Edgar Allen Poe who wrote detective novels as well as horror.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even Poe was inspired by a real life Paris
detective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">What does this mean?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It means writing fan fiction does not mean you are a derelict writer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It means that you are in good company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No matter if you approve of this medium or
not, as a writer, it is not a dead end, new fad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is a legacy, much overlooked by literary snobbery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was guilty of it too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But my mind has been changed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If it is good enough for THE MOFF, who am I
to disagree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Please consider reading one of the following and I would
adore hearing your comments, here or there. </span></div>
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Summary: post-Reichenbach, angst, complex relationships, slash, suicidal thoughts</h3>
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50,000 words - Book one</div>
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John and Molly would have never noticed each other if Sherlock had not died. Sherlock asks her to watch over John.<br />
txt msg: What are you saying? You want me to shag John to cheer him up?<br />
-Molly has courted disaster before, but it's courting her now.<br />
What happens to John and Molly while Sherlock is away?</blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><o:p></o:p></span> <a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/605537/chapters/1091690">http://archiveofourown.org/works/605537/chapters/1091690</a></div>
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John is broken inside but manages to carry on thanks to his loving wife and a little furr-ball he named Sherlock. He convinces himself that the cat is a spritual gift from his dead best friend if not the actual persona of his friend in animal form. Guess what happens when the real Sherlock comes back to John and discovers his namesake. Poor Mary, fighting two Sherlocks to keep her place in John's heart. Hilarious Battle with silly situations and twisty angst packed ending. Must read - no slash - but in the spirit of canon people do make assumptions<br />
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<a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/706964/chapters/1305422">http://archiveofourown.org/works/706964/chapters/1305422</a><br />
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Do You write fanfics? If so leave a link in the comments and I will be happy to review you back!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Blog 4<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> of July<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Happy Independence Day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do wonder if this day is more
about getting to blow up some gunpowder and have a cookout or if anyone really
has a concept of independence any more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We are now paying more taxes than ever before, have less voice in
Government decisions and more rules and regulations to follow than humanly
possible. The promises made to the public, mean nothing. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To put this into a writer’s perspective, let’s metaphor our
current situation. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I sit down to write a book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I decide that I can delegate each chapter to be written, setting forth
rules to keep the writer of each chapter safe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I spend a year thinking up an exciting name for the book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I study several random books from the
discount shelf to determine what I want the book to be about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I begin marketing the book to the public to
stir excitement and build demand for my book. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I come up with a pretty cover and show it around promising
that this is the greatest book ever written, and then after the various
denominations of potential readers protest my words, I say that I meant the
greatest book written in the last few years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tell one group that
the book is about them and it will change their lives for the better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I address the next group I promise to
keep them in mind and explain the benefits of reading the book will far
outweigh any money I ask them to spend on it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The next group point out that I have not actually explained what the book
is about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I label them terrorists and deride
them for not having faith that my book is the most exciting read since Sherlock
Holmes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The chapters arrive, and I will not bother to look at them,
having faith that all will be clear if they are just published.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hundreds of extra chapters flood my desk from
people wanting to try their hand at writing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I include them and publish a ten book series. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I point out to subsequent groups that anyone
incapable of understanding the book (now ten separate 400k hardcover books
titled with obscure passive phrases), is simply incapable of reading and I vow
to cure their affliction with free books for those who qualify.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nobody will qualify. I will now charge them double but offer
to include a pamphlet explaining how much they need my book for free. I will
also attach another pamphlet and send out two separate letters advising them
that the second pamphlet explains how to use the first pamphlet and one side of
one letter will be written in Spanish for the assistance of those of Latino
decent. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The money they spend will be
used to hand out free books to any non-English speaking countries and I will
personally tour these places to show my charitable side.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The books will only be printed in
English.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will show shock and regret
that the free books were used to start fires for cooking but will also mention
how very useful they have proven to be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I will wrap a detailed statistical analysis showing how
vital and useful these books have become and lobby for them to be required for safety
in every home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I am criticized that
they are unreadable, I will pretend astonishment and indignation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will make it a law that these books are
read and used as life reference for all situations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When it is finally proven the books are utter trash, I will
promise to write a better book next time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I will begin marketing the next book.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ok this was a bit tongue in cheek about how independence run
amok doesn’t look so pure these days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
am not a radical sign toting anti-government hater of freedom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I simply look around and wonder where freedom
went?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t feel that much good has
been accomplished in the last 20 years and I am wondering how to ever fix what
has slipped away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most ideas have good
intentions at their base.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But then
special interests come into play and the Good Idea seems to get bogged down in
lots of not so good ideas. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The government seems
very intent on bailing out wealthy criminals and imposing impossible rules on
random citizens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I feel suffocated
and small business seems to be at war with expensive regulations that have
little purpose other than to drive them out of business. (Look who lobbied for
the regulations, and there is a striking pattern that explains most of the pork
belly gobbledygook we seem resolved to keep stacking higher each year.) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Doctors are not in
charge of a patient’s health. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teachers are not in
charge of the classroom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once your money disappears
into the electronics of a bank, it really doesn’t belong to you any longer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are required to
purchase all sorts of insurance, which rarely pays what you expect, and can
randomly drop you for all sorts of reasons and constantly changes the rules
after purchase. But you are required to purchase this service, or break the
law, which makes it a tax. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Being lazy is rewarded.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Working is punished.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Saving is
punished. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other guy is
always responsible for the stupid people and more rules will make stupid people
safe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If stupid person finds a way to be
‘injured’ anyway, there will be a lawsuit against whoever owns the place he
picked to be stupid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Seriously – people
stuff their face get fat and sue the person who sold them the food? And Win?
People trespasses, into a person’s house with the intent to do them harm, and
fall down while still doing that, and sue the victim? And Win?) Who wrote these
books?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We are free to worry about what we want to worry about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do be careful where you voice specific
worries.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You still have the right to say
some things that are worrisome, but we all know that unless you are wealthy, the
squeaky wheel routine isn’t financially practical.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being arrested when a peaceful protest turns
ugly is expensive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I guess today, I just want to acknowledge that the cost of
freedom is about more than a war fought 200 years ago against people with who
have different words to God Bless America.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is about more than the lives lost saving the world in the 1940’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is even about more than the young men and
women fighting and dying and giving up bright futures to serve this country in
an unforgiving land this very second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Don’t misinterpret what I am saying. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of those things are part of the whole and
should be honored.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My point is it is also about small wars right here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If freedom really matters, it matters on the
small scale as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It matters that our
rights and our constitution have been breached and overrun with, boring but
important little, mandates, regulations and political drivel that is making
that pursuit of happiness less available.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are times, Government is needed to step in and solve
some problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We need them to help mobilize
disaster relief of course, but I am less certain that I have much appreciation for
their apparent need to give 70 year old women body cavity searches because they
wanted to fly somewhere to see the grandbabies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I do get the need for prisons, but I am less happy that so much space is
used up for people guilty of addiction that the murderers get a smaller amount
of time to make room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If the addicts are
not violent, let them be free to be addicts instead of a tax burden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do we own anything if not our bodies?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not these days, if you want to get on a plane
or happen to have a prescription classed as controlled or need some test more
often than average Joe Statistic, this becomes pretty clear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Do we own anything?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Is your house yours or can a bank foreclose on you when you have made
all payments after they were bailed out for billions in shady loan practices? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Can you pass your life’s work on to your children or will
they have to sell the family farm to pay the estate taxes? (be sure to die in a
convenient year)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you save for your
children’s college only to have the account emptied by identification theft or
worse, a tax lien that is an unfixable government error? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you lose your
right to work(any professional license revoked), drive to work(license suspended),
hunt to keep from starving or even leave the country for your job(passport
denied), for <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">child support arrearage</b>,
because you were injured or laid off? (non-custodial equals deadbeat with no
recourse and no right to ever be so sick you can’t work.) Did you discover you
have no real-world ability to protest or even mention that the children don’t
actually have any right to the money, because it is custodial spouse support
renamed?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Common sense would tell any
normally intelligent person that if you keep someone from working, they will
have no ability to meet the government mandated obligation. The Bradley Bill
disagrees – thanks Hillary and Bill.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">No, we have lost something somewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are free to pick
a TV show to watch that has been surveyed and catalogued by regulations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We can pick a hobby if it does not lead to unreported income
or barter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We pick who we marry.
(Well, provided they meet government approval which can be revoked at any time
should there be any other people who religiously don’t quite approve.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We can pick what we grow in our gardens, provided the plants
are not banned by the government as nuisance weeds like thistle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We can pick what we have for dinner, provided it meets
government approved labeling laws and isn’t imported from certain places the
government doesn’t approve of and isn’t thought to be unsafe. (You know like
haggis, prosciutto, French cheeses, and a whole list of other things we are not
allowed to buy.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We can pick what we wear, provided it isn’t deemed
offensive, or violate laws on exposure of certain bits. (Breasts are, of course,
offensive, unless they are on men – and Moobs may be shown almost anywhere.
Babies may be fed discretely) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Maybe if we all were fighting a little harder to keep a bit
of common sense, it would show more honor to the many that have died in the pursuit
of freedom. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So again jumping to metaphor, because this is a writer blog
and I like to Show, not tell….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This evening as you light that fuse, a symbol of freedom, a
symbol of who we think we are, do remember this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You just spent money for fireworks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You will light the fuse and walk away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You will watch the thing put on a big display, say wow, and
then be left in darkness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fireworks are taxed and are being used as a symbol to
celebrate freedom from hidden taxes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wiKwZLY8g9WL2a2Te5xAsdvzbsyvHk0jDguh4AX6DpMi91fyM1OqmUT_5UaRIQS-soVIm22Oh3tpxAvYNLNPr6jpeUiM1U0fvrAlaA6sj1chfOiqZFhGRdLSB8LKmSZMvKNjkGOqZOY/s1600/imagesCA9KCIRS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wiKwZLY8g9WL2a2Te5xAsdvzbsyvHk0jDguh4AX6DpMi91fyM1OqmUT_5UaRIQS-soVIm22Oh3tpxAvYNLNPr6jpeUiM1U0fvrAlaA6sj1chfOiqZFhGRdLSB8LKmSZMvKNjkGOqZOY/s1600/imagesCA9KCIRS.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You are paying for Fireworks with the money you are allowed
to keep after they take taxes out of your labor (Days of your life, serving
your government without compensation or choice), they are again taxed and it is
included in the cost, and you will again pay sales tax to honor a country founded
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is your right to mix alcohol and explosives and not care
that you don’t see the irony in having to put on a seatbelt to gather the
elements of potential disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Please have a safe and happy Independence Day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-43148989643411884632011-11-13T01:32:00.000-08:002011-11-13T01:32:53.594-08:00My year on the blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Blog Post one year<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrdA7jfxd1iYeMzpB5QuWxTPYHDga4hTKcr2P3tVp0MzPg-fVBYenvgSsMsIywJvQr0r9e94dsC76EnmI9IKUT6OGXCglHvf6EYy1acf95RekG05tZZJm5LgQ6WaSm03x-J8-nH3h6Hc/s1600/164156_175823885792696_116502858391466_386026_3607037_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrdA7jfxd1iYeMzpB5QuWxTPYHDga4hTKcr2P3tVp0MzPg-fVBYenvgSsMsIywJvQr0r9e94dsC76EnmI9IKUT6OGXCglHvf6EYy1acf95RekG05tZZJm5LgQ6WaSm03x-J8-nH3h6Hc/s1600/164156_175823885792696_116502858391466_386026_3607037_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have now been blogging for a year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have not been terribly faithful to it recently but some of that is due to Blog Bugs, rather than intent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have a terrible time posting on other people’s blogs suddenly, yet it is now resolved on most occasions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I post a reply and it informs me that I am not allowed to post.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It took me a while to find out, they had not decided to ban my words personally, and they’re doing it to many bloggers. They seem to have it fixed for now…sometimes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Looking back, it has been weirdly wonderful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went on road trips with YAW, met wonderful authors and discovered, I do not use enough contractions in my writing and it annoys people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder if that could be the reason why my husband gets people to like him so easily. I rarely use contractions when I speak.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is from south Texas and they contract every other word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I shall endeavor to dapple’em <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>int’a my speech patterns more often.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have learned many things in my writing journey this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dear beaming beings of unrequited light, look upon my wretched dim gradient, shadowed only upon ponderous wretched fields of fallow furrowed brow, it has indeed come to light that I speak in deep purple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am happy to discover that I don’t write that way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sarcastic entertainment is safe and my writing has tightened, to a much more controlled level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have learned that I do not write quotes properly and I have remedied it, hopefully.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I over explain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stopped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been noted for writing a little passive. I stop. I learned many of my flaws and I appreciate those who were kind enough to point them out.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are many avenues that I have used to improve this silly useless thing I love to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This blog began with me wondering what in the world would I say, but things filled it I never expected.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It leads places I never expected. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This year, I did things. I ramped up power words, learned how to write the hottie parts in my own style without cringing, learned how to kill a main character, gave my first in person agent belly flop, wrote fan fiction(blech), learned it has value after all, watched a tornado, learned to blog, began round three of foreclosure fraud with BOA (bank 666), taught my daughter to play golf, and I wrote. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My house is falling apart, I am falling apart, the government is falling and failing everyone, the world is falling apart, but I wrote.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I wrote.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Good year in all.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Life has been such disaster for so many, yet there are moments of hope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have found many apples this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The blue variety can still be found in plain sight and they are so precious. I am thankful for the ones I discovered, both within and from afar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The year 2011 is almost gone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank you blog and blogger buddies for making me laugh so often and making me wonder so many new wonders. Astonishments fill this place and I hope my next year of blogging has as many curiosities for me to discover.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-81887788461239283872011-09-01T10:59:00.000-07:002011-09-01T11:02:10.949-07:00Perspective<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Perspective = Perception + Interpretation + Backstory / (mood x hormones) +square root of time - blah(conflict + hope)</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">"Hey Mom, do you know where the crossroads of America is?" he asks in his twelve-year-old engineer studying metallurgy voice.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">"Um, Nebraska? Or maybe Oklahoma City. That is where I-40, I-35 and I-44 cross," I say, knowing he's only happy with a detailed guess.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">"Nope. We learned today that Carthage, Missouri is the crossroads of America. Isn't that interesting?" he looks at me expectantly.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><div closure_uid_llehmt="212">Oh, good grief, every small town makes some claim. Looking at the figure standing in the street with her mouth open, finger disappearing into it's favorite location and her feet not moving, I am thankful we are not the booger capital. "Ok, but how is that based, sweetheart. You know little towns like to claim things, that are more advertisement than truth." I wait for a pick-up to pick up the kid. They are blocking the road and all traffic movement for blocks, while said kid sends snotty texts to someone she is probably 15 feet from, here in the crossroads of boogerville.</div></div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">"Well, I have been thinking. It could be true. Crossroads. That is the key word. Now we all know it is urban myth that demons live at crossroads. So, if Carthage is the crossroads of the whole country, what would live here?" he asks, turning in the seat to study me.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">"Oh, that is funny!" I grin at him.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Finger waving in an old professor lecturing way, he says, "On Supernatural, the devil lived in Carthage. Demons live at crossroads and Carthage is the crossroads of the whole country. You live here. You do kinda creep me out, Mom. Do you have something you need to tell me?"</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">I glance at him, and grin and shush him, like we have a secret. "So, you still want ice cream?"</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">He twists back forward, looking at his hands. "Might as well," he says with a small nod, then mumbles, "before you melt it all..."</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Perspective - an authorly account.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">A) My son loves me enough that even if I am Satan, he will still eat ice cream with me.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">B) My son will dine with Satan to get ice cream.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">C) My son is concerned enough with this subject that he put all those plot points together, to have a conversation with his Mother.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">D) I should check his master-blaster for rosary beads, and fish them out before he sizzles me.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">E) My son needs a new haircut and a Doctor's appointment.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">F) I am scary.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">How is this about writing?</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">As authors, or wanna-beez, or wish-we-weres, it is our job to understand each of our characters perspective, explain the motive for that perspective and put it in conflict with another character's perspective and motive. </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">I see many little stories, that set up a wonderful conflict, then resolve all the bad stuff in a couple of lines and poof, the conflict falls into the abyss while we go on to read 20 pages of what is for dinner, and witty little exchanges that do not push the story anywhere. Some of this is quite charming and, believe me, I am horribly guilty of it. (uhemm, thank you Beth - no more amaretto scented pages)</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">But, as authors, even if we know all, we must not 'over explain', partially because we easily lose the conflict if we do. We must see every possible angle, then choose the condition that both enhances the story and fills the conflict void. Our job is not to fix the world for our characters. We must avoid playing Mommy and kissing all the booboos. Our characters are not us and will make different choices from what we would make. If all your characters believe exactly alike, they can't be in conflict.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">That brings us to motive. Do you know why Mary-Sue just fainted? If it is from blood loss, fine. Blood loss is a motive for fainting. Seeing a boy kiss her best friend, is not. Hearing bad news, is not. Getting your story out of a Plot-hole corner is not a motive for Mary-Sue Heroine to faint. Ever. Boys do not rescue fainting girls, unless you are writing period romance. Boys who are really mad at Mary, are not going to lug your fainting girl up stairs and fall in love out of concern. The boy must have motive, and you must know it, even if you don't explain.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Motive - must be tied to perspective.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Marty-Hugh Perfect sees Mary-Sue Heroine faint. What happens?</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Nothing. You have no past, no perspective, no motive -- so anything you make happen is occurring in a bubble. (You can open with that -- but why do any of your readers care?) </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxLiv08wlF_Sms335rNhelUc77EtPqH28GF_I7RiZW5Wsqfn71dHNOYssR7w2OImJ_G8j3z9zOUEMonDrVHo9oH4Vs2zCj51anlZYkFZF18LKY9YeGs2tj3t4oZbewRRcTzC_VSMnZrI/s1600/bubbles+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxLiv08wlF_Sms335rNhelUc77EtPqH28GF_I7RiZW5Wsqfn71dHNOYssR7w2OImJ_G8j3z9zOUEMonDrVHo9oH4Vs2zCj51anlZYkFZF18LKY9YeGs2tj3t4oZbewRRcTzC_VSMnZrI/s320/bubbles+water.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /></a>Do not write scenes as soap bubbles of stuff that happens. You do not write every moment of life, but they must exist in perfect clarity in your authorly mind. That is the only way to slip motive into a story without info-dump. Knowing the whole life of your character up to the opening scene gives you perfect perspective of each character. Think of it as putting a straw in water and blowing a stream of bubbles surrounded by every moment of the characters life. You are in charge of the bubbles, but they automaticly fall within the kenetics and physical dynamics of each character's surrounding life.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Having pretty eyes or exceptional hair, does not equal perspective. (Perhaps for character two - the vision of character one's pretty eyes is a small motive, but physical description should be in your notes, not the first page.) </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">That girl, the one who had killed the class rabbit in second grade, has her book open and her face bowed to it as she floats above the sly glances and mocking faces of her classmates. Marty-Hugh ignores his friends, a wistful curl touching his lips, as he follows her ambling path and unfashionable hips across the broad green breach of popularity. The soft pop barely registers in his mind, but the blood that decorates her in stereo, back and front, before she lurches, twists and collapses, has his feet playing track star before anyone else sees the world is erupting in red sorrow. </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">>>>>Which one do you care about? </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">They are both an opening scene in which a violent, life changing event, is going to occur in the first paragraph. A popular boy watches a unpopular girl walk. He likes her. What do you learn about him in each version -- that is perspective.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Now I just knocked the scene off - so it is far from perfect - but just to make a point, I want to compare some phrases.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">1) Line one, you learn her name (so what) and she is walking (so what)</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">2) Line one, you learn he has known her at least from second grade to now (history is there) and she killed a bunny (gives you a glimpse of backstory without dumping it on you - I know she killed the poor bunny by letting him chew on her eraser, thinking he liked it, she didn't know bunny tummy doesn't do well with eraser nibbles --but you don't need all that - you suspect this may be one event that has challenged her ability to be popular) You learn that she reads or studies as she walks - she is not well liked and that she seems to not notice anyone. Also you are given one ID for her - That girl...you don't know if it is a complement or not --but even if he isn't thinking of her by name -- to him she is some form of a person who stands out in some way.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">If you, as an author, don't know all this stuff about your characters then you will fall into the trap of making physical characteristics the description and blowing air bubbles of floating blah for scenes, stealing the pure flow from your story. People read because they can get an open line to the perspective of another human being - (pseudo-human being). There is an intimate connection to characters because you get to step in and be one with them. If you don't understand all the pieces of a life - you rob your readers of richness in your characters.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"> </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">Motives can't be determined if you don't know them. (very frustrating for reader)</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">I can't jump into my son's head and say -- this is the one reason he acted in this exact way. In real life we don't even understand ourselves very well at times. In your stories, if you don't know, you should stop and find out or you will end up with plot holes, corners, and flat, dull beings with cool made up names -- pretty eyes -- and nice hair. </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">With deep perspective, conflict will naturally ramp up - flow will be there and you can tell a satisfying story. That is what it is about - at least from my perspective.</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223">P.S. -- I have been gone - not blogging. Life bombs - working on my crafty issues and being a little under the weather -- (double entendres, not cliche') have been contributing factors. I now have a working lap top and we seem to have a working tower again -- yeah! Thanks to everyone and I will be visiting blogs and saying howdy's as time allows. </div><div closure_uid_8kfnid="223"><br />
</div></div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-53704945950879714372011-05-29T08:33:00.000-07:002011-05-29T08:33:06.202-07:00Update on Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">LIFE BOMBS ----<br />
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We all have life bombs where we are sailing along and the world blows up in your face ....<br />
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I have had a few, lets just say Mr. Life Bomb and I have made acquaintance.<br />
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So I went to Dallas had a fantastic time got home - got sick - and the bombs began. Just got done with those and any of you who know where I live --will know about what has happened here.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I may not be posting for a while, our internet is a bit over taxed by all of this. I just wanted to let those who have emailed me know that we are fine. We have stuff to do right now that takes priority, but the weather is finally letting us help. Sometimes life bombs seem really big, but then a life tornado hits and puts the stupid little bombs into perspective. Love and Hugs to everyone --- be back soon.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-31935035822593101992011-04-23T13:21:00.000-07:002011-04-23T13:21:05.597-07:00One flu over the fan fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Ok I have been sick as can be every since I got back from Dallas. I have not even unloaded my car!!!<br />
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I have about a million things to do but sneezing and sleeping have become my total hobby. I have not edited pictures or written anything important. However after reading some pretty fun fan fiction, I decided to give it a go. It is really just silly stuff my fevered brain came up with. Anyway, I thought I would share it in case anyone felt like reading some fluffy - lemony - insanely stupid stuff.<br />
This Is my first attempt at fan fiction ever -- I have never been much of a fan of fan fiction honestly, but I have to say that it has been a very cool writing exercise that is surprisingly harder than you would think.<br />
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My three attempts (two shorts and one long) are Hunger Games fan fiction -- The books were laying around and so I attempted two shots at cannon with a twist and one that was just a fun cannon inspired different thought on Mockingjay. (disclaimer - I don't own the characters or derive any profit from this exercise)<br />
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Things I learned - When character motives are not clearly defined, they can be skewed to almost any interpretation. I have done this and felt I could justify my odd side stories with the rather obscure passages surrounding them. <br />
I found it challenging to try to stay in the voice that didn't come from my own imagination. <br />
I took my favorite character (Haymitch) and all three stories revolved around things that I felt were rather obvious in the books but never defined. From book one I felt there was more going on with him than what appeared on the surface. I also felt that he had much deeper feelings for Katniss then were ever explored -- so sicko nut case that I am...I explored them.<br />
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One story explores how he feels but would never act on. One explores How he feels knowing his feelings could never be returned and the long one explores how a true romance could actually form and grow between he and Katniss. (I know he's twenty years older and she is a minor by our standards - but I have also known people who found love in that very context so it isn't impossible.)<br />
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Please don't read them if you find May-December romance offensive and note the content ratings. Here is where they can be found if you are interested. Please forgive the formatting - I had no control over it - the website formats all the stories very strangely. Also I will include a small sample of one ------<br />
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New story from Howlynn,<br />
Title: Haymitch and Peeta talk about the Quell<br />
Category: Hunger Games<br />
Character(s): Haymitch A. & Peeta M.<br />
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Words: 1,806<br />
Genre(s): Drama/Friendship<br />
Rating: Rated: T<br />
Summary: during CF after the quell was announced to feature victors, Katniss<br />
was falling apart in the basement. This is what happened between Haymitch and<br />
Peeta. One shot conversation. Haymitch and Peeta in a verbal sparing match<br />
to determine who will go.<br />
URL: <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6929651/1/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6929651/1/</a><br />
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New story from Howlynn,<br />
Title: I will take her home<br />
Category: Hunger Games<br />
Character(s): Haymitch A. & Katniss E.<br />
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Words: 1,952<br />
Genre(s): Friendship/Hurt/Comfort<br />
Rating: Rated: K+<br />
Summary: How is it that Haymitch took Katniss home to twelve then didn't visit<br />
her - what if there were more to the story... and there always is when<br />
Haymitch is involved. This is my version of stuff you didn't see happen. one<br />
shot<br />
URL: <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6929787/1/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6929787/1/</a><br />
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and the longer one --<br />
Title: The Mockingjay and the Chameleon<br />
Category: Hunger Games<br />
Character(s): Katniss E. & Haymitch A.<br />
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Words: 35,134<br />
Genre(s): Romance/Drama<br />
Rating: Rated: M<br />
Summary: Gale is hot and Peeta is toast - now there is only one person who can<br />
fix the little mockingjays broken wings. Haymitch the clown is really a bit<br />
of a Chameleon and Katniss wants him, what will it take for the man with the<br />
bottle to finally hold her?<br />
URL: <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6929989/1/">http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6929989/1/</a><br />
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Here is a short bit of the long M rated story showing a little peek at what starts it - a misunderstanding played as a strategy reflecting the P/K romance -- yes this is a much more adult story - <br />
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I look around and am mortified to discover the entire cafeteria has heard this exchange. I can almost hear their minds clicking away at my shameful betrayal of poor Peeta who is partially responsible for their lives being saved with his warning. They all know the price he paid to give us this information. They all knew the price it cost for them to rescue him to keep the Mockingjay happy. Now, they knew I somehow soiled it. I stood up, face cold and shimmering a heated red. I took my tray of wasted food and dared the attendants to say a word.<br />
I was soon with Haymitch, drinking and slurring a confession of what I had done and that everyone knew now. I passed out in his room and that was where I spent the night. I tried to sneak out in the morning, but immediately bumped into Gale. He saw Haymitch passed out half clothed on the couch before the door swung closed, took one look at my rumpled hair and the dark circles under my eyes, and jumped to one very stupid conclusion. "Making the rounds now are you. I waited for you." He says with disgust so vile I couldn't believe I had ever seen his face before. "Am I going to have to beat up every man under the age of sixty just to keep you?"<br />
"You don't have me. How dare you even think I …"I can't finish realizing the hallways are busy.<br />
It only took four hours for every single person in the district to discover that I was cheating on Peeta with my cousin and cheating on my cousin with my old mentor. I didn't dare tell anyone that Haymitch and I were sneaking liquor, beings it wasn't allowed in district 13 under any circumstances. I can't stand to see him dry out, it's worse than the drinking. So, there was no other explanation to provide in place of passing out in Haymitches room.<br />
Coin was furious with me. She scheduled a meeting between Haymitch, Plutarch her and I. Haymitch strolled into her office looking like a Mockingjay eating cat and greeted me in such a way that there was now no doubt in her mind of what we had been up to. "Hello sweetheart, looks like we're caught once and for all this time." He leans over me and actually pulls my face to his and whispers "trust me" before kissing me like we are carrying on some secret affair.<br />
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</tbody></table>Coin collapses in her chair in disgust "Oh dear crummy hell. Well, there is no …stop that this instant! …No sense hoping the two of you will have the good taste to deny this nasty little business of yours."<br />
"Haymitch how could you be so stupid!" Plutarch says watching us carefully.<br />
Haymitch grins. "No, we will not deny it. Announce it to the world for all I care. I am tired of pretending."<br />
I blush, covering my face with my hand. I can't even look at her, much less him. I peek Coin's way as she sits with her mouth open, flabbergasted. "Well this certainly explains a lot Miss Everdeen. Is this drunken old fool actually your choice? Can you say to me that this is important enough to you that I can't forbid you from…"<br />
"Tell her sweetheart. Tell her there is nothing she can do." Haymitch holds out his hand to me.<br />
I glare at him, having no idea what he's up too. I want to scream at him that he's making a fool of me, but at the same time, I have learned to trust him. I take his hand and kiss it. I hold it to my face and close my eyes. With a huge sigh, and near tears that are quite real at the thought of what Gale would have to say now, I follow his lead. "It's true. Since before the games."<br />
"All this time!" Coin demands.<br />
"No. You old dog…"Plutarch says with amused respect and almost a note of jealous approval.<br />
"All this time? Can you imagine what I have gone through all this time? Twice now in those damned games. Can you blame me for drinking?" Haymitch says with a perfect little choke of emotion.<br />
I stand and embrace him. "Oh Haymitch, sweetheart, don't start that again. I just got you back from your scare yesterday."<br />
He leans into me and shudders as if near falling apart. Then he wipes his eyes and smiles at me cupping my face with his hand. "Not much more they can do to me now, aye darling?" he says, his eyes so filled with love I am almost fooled. "So, is this what you wanted to see us about, or was it something important?" He says slipping his arms around me in a familiar way as if our audience is an afterthought..<br />
Coin leans back in her chair shaking her head. "Peeta was all an act and what about the brooding cousin?"<br />
"Smoke. If they suspected she was mine, had even an inkling, what would the game makers have done to her?" Haymitch says smoothly. He glances at Plutarch and winks.<br />
"So the chameleon isn't such a idiot with his money after all…" Plutarch says nearly sick with his snickering.<br />
Coin purses her eyebrows and nods. She glares at us both and wipes her face in frustration. "Every time I think I know your song Mockingjay, it changes."<br />
"We had a little scare back before the Quell was announced, Peeta was hoping to get me out of having to go." I add helpfully.<br />
"And he took your place and protected her? Why?" she has me stumped.<br />
"Well the boy loves her of course. He did, before he killed her yesterday." He smirks, and kisses my hand.<br />
"What is that about?"<br />
"Trying to convince him his mission is complete so they can treat him. He is finally able to be sedated which is a marvelous improvement." Haymitch explains while glancing at me and flirting with me to the point I wanted to slap him.<br />
"You two are making me sick – get out." She waves us out of the room.<br />
Haymitch bends me way over backwards and kisses me so long and deeply that Coin throws a shoe at us. Plutarch cracks up laughing. I resist the urge to wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.<br />
We walk up the halls and I keep trying to ask him what he thinks he's up to, but he keeps shutting me up with his mouth on me and finally we arrive at this room. As soon as the door closes, I sock him in the chest. "What are you doing?"<br />
He laughs. "I am saving your beloved ones from being constant targets. I am protecting your little boyfriends. Scandal travels fast and before night falls on our drunken deeds, even the capital, will be aware that I win. Now, should we loose at some point – they will use me against you and not someone you actually care about. Who knows you might even be allowed to enjoy it before your own execution."<br />
"oh…Haymitch." I can't say more. I am so mixed up with both gratitude and shame that I can't figure out how to begin. "It won't work as well as you think."<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdrbMUOmsRC_w_E88hAsDwo0DFqoMZ-CdAKLVw-2QTF4mPyhaMT48ZQsNlhunmm4JoR-jNPexGXDQTkomKOBLUhSoiH03e5ZhXdPOY6hdqFr0sfk6sXPV9yUei_vVKUue9gqSy3mVu5g/s1600/1sex555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNdrbMUOmsRC_w_E88hAsDwo0DFqoMZ-CdAKLVw-2QTF4mPyhaMT48ZQsNlhunmm4JoR-jNPexGXDQTkomKOBLUhSoiH03e5ZhXdPOY6hdqFr0sfk6sXPV9yUei_vVKUue9gqSy3mVu5g/s1600/1sex555.jpg" /></a>"Lets just hope we never find out. But in the meantime you have your privacy again so long as you're careful. I do expect you to leave my chamber rumpled frequently, I do have a reputation of debauchery I must maintain, but it will buy you a little time." He smiles and pours us brown spirits. "To a long and beautiful relationship."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Ok if you happen to take a gander -- <strong>please give me a review or a comment </strong>-- I will be back as soon as I can, but having some life bombs so I won't make any real promises.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Last but not least-- Who do you think should play Haymitch and why? Have you ever written fan fiction? Leave us a link and share if you have?</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div> </div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-24683684779354850102011-03-30T16:34:00.000-07:002011-03-30T16:36:21.155-07:00Road trip Wed at YA highway<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Road Trip</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY9D3U4SDuIz8CTreatD4HBNhOdwGY4PVf7XMDQKlB1phm8OQsTxVoSLHqOFSQwak_ny36ZpwLxFMHk6UgmWbdx9-QTG8V8Z8NPwWG2CjfYk-lLki-ycaTfF8veznlVbv7_6VstKuN7E/s1600/11aaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY9D3U4SDuIz8CTreatD4HBNhOdwGY4PVf7XMDQKlB1phm8OQsTxVoSLHqOFSQwak_ny36ZpwLxFMHk6UgmWbdx9-QTG8V8Z8NPwWG2CjfYk-lLki-ycaTfF8veznlVbv7_6VstKuN7E/s1600/11aaaa.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>Young Adult Highway -</strong></span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">What book were You obsessed with as a</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;">child?</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The first book I ever loved was a Little golden book called<span style="font-size: large;"> Rusty goes To School.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">My Mom was a teacher in a one room school house at the time called White School.</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every day I missed her, and would stand at the front door waiting for her. My Grandma would draw me away with this book.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0djd4Ne_etSzQt1jp-BcA1PNVj5uP9U3G50ZQ6deUsVQQwNW4mtVXLppnD1J_6Pi__tu6Ie-MYwff6_94r_-AOallhCEIMlHIK459Pm7A_7R6LyJJOcfTyZEmNGMnKbGG3PZ-vuJr6bM/s1600/11aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0djd4Ne_etSzQt1jp-BcA1PNVj5uP9U3G50ZQ6deUsVQQwNW4mtVXLppnD1J_6Pi__tu6Ie-MYwff6_94r_-AOallhCEIMlHIK459Pm7A_7R6LyJJOcfTyZEmNGMnKbGG3PZ-vuJr6bM/s1600/11aa.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then I became obsessed with Robert Earl of Huntington - Beings our own family Book(dates from 1602 -and is so fragile it scares me to touch it) listed when we left England(1647) our name was Huntington - then Huntley - and finally Hunt. I found an actual Long Bow in my closet and after talking my mother into letting me buy a string for it - I practiced for hours. I was shocked at the sting of the string snapping your arm and even with a guard - it hurts. I was not so bad for a 10 year old. It belonged to my mother the College athlete - who was on the archery team at OSU. I still can remember the way the arrow does not end up where you aim it depending on how you shoot - for me aim was to the left of the target and up. I learned old English - in the forth grade. This poem was the first I remember knowing by heart.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Hear underneath dis laitl stean<br />
Laz robert earl of Huntingtun<br />
Ne’er arcir ver as hie sa geud<br />
An pipl kauld im robin heud<br />
Sick utlawz as he an iz men<br />
Vil england nivr si agen<br />
Obiit 24 kal: Dekembris, 1247. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">for those of you who didn't find the old ways easy to filter</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here underneath this little stone,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lies Robert Earl of Huntington</div><div style="text-align: center;">No other archers ever as he/they so good</div><div style="text-align: center;">And people called him Robin Hood</div><div style="text-align: center;">Such outlaws as he and his men</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Will England never see again</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">written 24th of December, 1247</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I can still shoot a long bow buy the way - though the pull is harder on me now. I was devastated when the beautiful old wooden thing broke on me - and was replaces with a fiberglass one.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">This is not flat Old English or Middle English but a tween form.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">It is said he is not buried here - this is actually the resting place of the final arrow that flew from his bow.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I don't like all the new versions so well - Marion was a betrayer and his love for her was tragic. She killed Robin - bleeding him to death as cold as stone as he smiled up at her full of trust and love. Only love could kill him - not the world. I loved Errol Flynn too.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Then the Scottish play consumed me along with Hamlet.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZrwJVsfPkZq1c-X9LOu_7WeskdPEP7GuxWKSJMmxGuAaCZXoBn7WQQEaapPAmCjoulumoUnoKeSIE33vzteUIIx2XgxA-8H6ajT6NVkWs-OruCytB7x0NSOx6hQsIYVd09Gd8_m7tvo/s1600/1111aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZrwJVsfPkZq1c-X9LOu_7WeskdPEP7GuxWKSJMmxGuAaCZXoBn7WQQEaapPAmCjoulumoUnoKeSIE33vzteUIIx2XgxA-8H6ajT6NVkWs-OruCytB7x0NSOx6hQsIYVd09Gd8_m7tvo/s200/1111aaa.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I loved Mel In this ---Who knew it was foreshadowing.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-67248880245308584732011-03-25T15:56:00.000-07:002011-03-25T15:56:27.855-07:00YA sex and the condom cops - where is the sweet spot?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><u><strong>Should your characters have </strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">sex</span><strong> In YA?</strong></u></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdpuHXYKpnsQ9uVYsLEzqrBZufyNv6ua7dgAQzWQnsrR10ulqBWNnzbkuAG3zgb02WGxYYjGKft8eEYx7G8xyapk5xMAhg2-bbv2NJGg4Ky8hjtAXO8pZZ28ooMIIRN9ISR8ehJ3GfvE/s1600/1sex3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdpuHXYKpnsQ9uVYsLEzqrBZufyNv6ua7dgAQzWQnsrR10ulqBWNnzbkuAG3zgb02WGxYYjGKft8eEYx7G8xyapk5xMAhg2-bbv2NJGg4Ky8hjtAXO8pZZ28ooMIIRN9ISR8ehJ3GfvE/s1600/1sex3.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">It is your choice as an author to decide</span> If- when- how much- how real - how graphic - how shocking - how it will be taken. What a bunch of HARD stuff to figure out!<br />
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This zone is a mine field of disapproval - yelling people - screaming nuts - horrified adults -----and kids who think adults can't possibly stop being up-tight long enough to have actually Made them!<br />
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Here's the thing---- Kids know stuff - like old people. Parents? - well I am having my doubts after being one for a while.<br />
<strong>This is stuff I find strange about some very loved books ---</strong><br />
<u>Twilight -</u> there is no sex in it - yet people screamed that it was kiddy porn??? do what?<br />
<u>Harry Potter</u> - there is no sex in it and there were people who thought we should not have main characters die and it would lead children into satanic worship. (LOL yep I want people of that scary mentality to decide stuff for me - lets put them in charge - we haven't had a good witch burning in this country for many years)<br />
<u>20 boy summer</u> - there is sex in it - and it is done perfectly - realistically and it is getting some yells and some likes.<br />
<u>Hunger games</u> - no sex but a little bit of dead kid doesn't affect people!<br />
<u>Rainbow Party</u> - OMG that is what kids are reading----LOL Ok then...coolio!<br />
<u>Mark Twain</u> - wait they banned him? He said a bad word? Well what if Tuesday is a bad word in a 150 years - will they ban me then? <br />
<u>Fahrenheit 451</u> - Did you know an editor Rescued this book - 40 censor hacks had attacked this book over the years - chipping away at it -------did those people read the book while they did that? LOL<br />
I could go on and on.<br />
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<strong>My view for <u>my </u>children - I do not censor them in any way - never have even when little. (I will talk to them and answer questions they have on any subject)</strong><br />
I Let them watch Titanic just like Disney - and one of them was obsessed in a weird way by the frozen people - relax - she wants to be a doctor now.<br />
Nothing off limits - guess what I learned - <strong>THEY have opinions on what they want to see</strong> - and will censor the parts that they don't. <br />
They Love the HBO series Rome - and they love Spartacus - but you should see them giggle and fast forward - when the hottie banging begins. (yes even when adults are not in the room) They watch True Blood and Vamp diaries and gasp Dallas ("Jr has moobs") I had not noticed that. When I was young it was a pretty big deal that he was Not in the twin bed like the dream of Genie days! People thought it was unfit for kids to watch that show!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYjThkO-2SdebakfpuOhLZD17vs6-N6GCfalXJr8LjZQnHPKIG2jnDReRxVdecW9_vO9mzIhZw22Jkib6cH09yv_qK35fceHx2WNe-HC3c_7aWhebmoXDpdokjyqhN6t3BmiMECuzwtg/s1600/1sex444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLYjThkO-2SdebakfpuOhLZD17vs6-N6GCfalXJr8LjZQnHPKIG2jnDReRxVdecW9_vO9mzIhZw22Jkib6cH09yv_qK35fceHx2WNe-HC3c_7aWhebmoXDpdokjyqhN6t3BmiMECuzwtg/s200/1sex444.jpg" width="143" /></a>Belly buttons lead to sexual deviants ----<em>you knew that right</em> - Jeannie had to cover up her sexy man-magnet so the TV viewers would not fall into debauchery from viewing her Umbilical scar! Thats ok - Barbie didn't have one either---no wonder girls hate their bodys - we have undisclosable PARTS that make us evil because they have function!</div><br />
So I am writing a few little books too and I want there to be some balance between ---<br />
"That is Just kiddy porn!" And "The 40 year old virgin has been done!"<br />
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I have mixed reaction to this post in all honesty. Here's why--<br />
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I can not get over the fact that gore is fine so long as the characters don't have sex!<br />
Romance without bikini parts? Killing fine- but kissing is even iffy... if it creates - any thoughts about more - <strong>kissing </strong>must be the ultimate thing you read 600 pages for! (kiss - marriage - more kissing----that is the ideal romance right? I am a little spooked by that - who says I can't be scared of someone - found my personal terror zone - AGGGHHH!)<br />
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I am in no way saying there should be page after page of every pant and pantless moment - but lets say two kids in love were on a train to the Capitol knowing one of them, at least, would die - they would never see each other again because they were about to play a game in which loss means only getting hacked to death. Now lets say these madly in love kids were sleeping in the same bed dealing with the sorrow of that sort of life ----<br />
It really would have been just unforgivable if they made a choice to engage in one moment of joy?<br />
<strong><u>What a very sad message we must send.</u></strong> Could something along the lines of -<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">{<em>Peeta is watching me when I awake. I blush at what we had shared in the night, a hunger to give the other comfort. We would know horror tomorrow, but for this moment, our secret smiles are full of joy.}</em></span><br />
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That acknowledges a physical relationship has occurred without being graphic. I am not saying that it isn't fine to Not have any reference - that's her story - her art thing.<br />
(my 11 year old just ask why they were such dorks - he's on the floor reading Catching Fire right now----cause he can't wait for me to read more - I guess I will be doing mockingjay for reading time tonight - giggle)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdrvBYVJAdrV8KMaR-k4Wg-zx5LVsDRPskGqwQ_r9jFrE_NtZyjP6gyfceGrbi3gE0tT1RjMSLYMT6yAD3Fd7lnPLfgBzGvgXGpa6mS6EoZ7huOljMzCKdAy0S2QmJmEFDBOyMg9j6FM/s1600/1sex888888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHdrvBYVJAdrV8KMaR-k4Wg-zx5LVsDRPskGqwQ_r9jFrE_NtZyjP6gyfceGrbi3gE0tT1RjMSLYMT6yAD3Fd7lnPLfgBzGvgXGpa6mS6EoZ7huOljMzCKdAy0S2QmJmEFDBOyMg9j6FM/s1600/1sex888888.jpg" /></a></div>What I wonder is - People have praised the series as perfect for young -YA segment beings there is no sex. Hmmmmm - so did ya miss the dead kids? You approve of those?<br />
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I hear replies to that comment along the lines ---well they know it is just a story! Yes, so they can make that exact same judgement about 20 Boy Summer. <br />
<strong>Ken and Barbie love</strong> is really fine if there is no death, pain, cussing, drugs, bullies, rude people, ugly people, unicorns, nail biters, ----<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9fV4vn_gfBfjXEmyZx01299Phtx915QZoN_2F-MOtYAvKU_k4TaDj8QqQJ9mKemQRHuRkM7rKXuAJ9K8HkSAoYMv5lWJkA9fLJRPYcTKMOUXWPCXYHpdAxt_OwDlKziUTtTg5KiL_nc/s1600/1sex222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9fV4vn_gfBfjXEmyZx01299Phtx915QZoN_2F-MOtYAvKU_k4TaDj8QqQJ9mKemQRHuRkM7rKXuAJ9K8HkSAoYMv5lWJkA9fLJRPYcTKMOUXWPCXYHpdAxt_OwDlKziUTtTg5KiL_nc/s200/1sex222.jpg" width="130" /></a></div>If we are going to shield the poor little darlings -- <span style="font-size: large;">I also want to censor!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Old People</span> - let them be innocent- don't expose them to old people - we have terrible opinions for one thing - and you don't want them to imagine that one day they may have to face being old!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sickness -</span> I don't want my children to know that there is illness in the world - I can't face talking to them about it so don't want them to read about it---they might bravely ask for my opinion! Any book with illness must be banned from a library near YOU.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Poverty - Hunger</span> --let them think everyone is exactly like they are and can run up to MacFoodies - I don't want them to become not innocent that there could be people in the world who suffer!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">War </span>- there is peace on earth in my child's world and that is all I want them to read about - I don't want them to know that babies get killed by mean old governments - I want them to be pure and not even think such a thing could happen.<br />
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<strong> Yes, I am being sarcastic. </strong> I have to jump on the "kiss a flamer" bandwagon, and say my kids have dealt with the insane hatred of gay people - because they have a step-brother who is. I have been terribly proud that they have stood up to all the mean little hatemongers who came out of the woodwork. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2kMVYbT2j6En6O4pe6F2jx5X0Ucdl35emGgMisy5Gh-h3kYHsU7y57eqOmwfYQSsud8_UBOixjk0G49NMmiiGEX7-kUB4OVMS3KGly8790r5C8JWXUxLbO9bPPONwK_Z0yhu-QpXriI/s1600/1sex6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2kMVYbT2j6En6O4pe6F2jx5X0Ucdl35emGgMisy5Gh-h3kYHsU7y57eqOmwfYQSsud8_UBOixjk0G49NMmiiGEX7-kUB4OVMS3KGly8790r5C8JWXUxLbO9bPPONwK_Z0yhu-QpXriI/s200/1sex6.jpg" width="200" /></a>I have to wonder - if those kids had read about a fun, strong, lovable gay protagonist - would it change how they felt? If they read about the mixed blessings of sex in an honest way - will they avoid choices that make them unhappy? (Them - not Ma and Pa Prudilicious)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If you really want them to be<strong> innocent</strong> lets protect them from being uninformed! - please stop confusing that term with clueless. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Innocent is an informed choice.</div>A young bride is told of the mechanics of the birds and the bees years before her wedding night - did she lose her innocents with information? A child is caught by a predator - he is still innocent and pure no matter what terrors befall him. <br />
Clueless = easy prey.<br />
Clueless = unable to make good choices because you have always done what you're TOLD and suddenly there is nobody in charge of you - you will jump off any cliff, having been told that flying is possible if you are flapping your arms for the correct reason.<br />
Does that mean every book should have sexual content - heavens no! But, if it does, it should never ever be up to anyone else what I or My child decides to read. I won't force anyone to read Stephen King or Mark Twain or even Anne Rice --- But don't You take Ray Bradbury or Betty Greene or Toni Morrison away from me. I don't need <span style="font-size: large;">you</span> to be My fireman. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXhd9tiSyFta235vzxYViULxEOZTUX31gmGS23Ye6exEDIbwTG3NHZky-nCD33-y5_3lUfkv8bQiJbcSQrTpx1JWDc2d7AP21J-M7KbhVsdP_DJLFLJoB-gVWVpqwhwiOk6LTwgfw0s8/s1600/1sex9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXhd9tiSyFta235vzxYViULxEOZTUX31gmGS23Ye6exEDIbwTG3NHZky-nCD33-y5_3lUfkv8bQiJbcSQrTpx1JWDc2d7AP21J-M7KbhVsdP_DJLFLJoB-gVWVpqwhwiOk6LTwgfw0s8/s1600/1sex9.jpg" /></a></div>The world needs firefighters - not Firemen! (if you don't get that reference - In Fahrenheit 451 - the FireMEN came to burn your books if you got caught with any.)<br />
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Am I saying that every child will turn out fine if they read bad stuff. Please - reading only rainbows and bluebirds and peaceful misty inspiration does not guarantee they will turn out to be model citizens and reading about a kid who has sex does not make them pregnant and reading mysteries does not make them an ax murdering lunatics!<br />
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">What if just some of this old nutty guys silly thoughts had a little truth?</span></u><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is another aspect of Freud's work that has had the greatest impact on human life in the West during the 20th century: his reevaluation of the role of sex and sexual behavior. Freud taught that sexual repression was the chief psychological problem of mankind. He surmised that repression and constriction of sexual behavior in youth would become manifest in adulthood.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where Western society (often under the guise of “Christian morality”) had long treated sex as a taboo subject and covered over both normal and abnormal sexual behavior as “sin”—or at least shameful—there had been great neglect of appropriate help and correction. Freud was able to persuade his opponents and admirers alike that sexual repression was rampant, unhealthy, and the indirect cause of much crime, illness and woe.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://www.vision.org/visionmedia/article.aspx?id=597">http://www.vision.org/visionmedia/article.aspx?id=597</a> There is the full artical.</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">(Yet, maybe the censors have something of value in a way)</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><strong>Ever heard of Prince Siddhartha?</strong></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Arial;">It is a story about a little boy shielded from all knowledge of pain, sorrow and sadness in the world. Here is a little tidbit --</span></em><br />
<em> </em>When Prince Siddhartha was a few days old, a holy man prophesied the Prince would be either a great military conqueror or a great spiritual teacher. King Suddhodana preferred the first outcome and prepared his son accordingly. He raised the boy in great luxury and shielded him from knowledge of religion and human suffering. The Prince reached the age of 29 with little experience of the world outside the walls of his opulent palaces.<br />
One day, overcome with curiosity, Prince Siddhartha asked a charioteer to take him on a series of rides through the countryside. On these journeys he was shocked by the sight of an aged man, then a sick man, and then a corpse. The stark realities of old age, disease, and death seized and sickened the Prince.<br />
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What Happened to the child ?- well he didn't do what Dad wanted at all.<br />
Read more here....<br />
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<a href="http://buddhism.about.com/od/lifeofthebuddha/a/buddhalife.ht">http://buddhism.about.com/od/lifeofthebuddha/a/buddhalife.ht</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">More reading on the subject----</span><br />
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authors views<br />
<a href="http://awfullybigblogadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/past-point-of-blade-gillian-philip.html">http://awfullybigblogadventure.blogspot.com/2009/09/past-point-of-blade-gillian-philip.html</a><br />
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the Doctors opinion<br />
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<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-meg-meeker/sex-why-we-hate-talking-a_b_148810.html">http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-meg-meeker/sex-why-we-hate-talking-a_b_148810.html</a><br />
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Yeah sex is accepable in YA material<br />
<a href="http://kidlit.com/2010/10/13/sex-in-ya/">http://kidlit.com/2010/10/13/sex-in-ya/</a><br />
<a href="http://thecrookedshelf.blogspot.com/2011/02/doing-it-sex-in-ya-yay-or-nay.html">http://thecrookedshelf.blogspot.com/2011/02/doing-it-sex-in-ya-yay-or-nay.html</a><br />
<a href="http://www.readingwithtequila.com/2010/05/sex-in-ya-one-moms-view.htmlhttp://www.firstnovelsclub.com/2009/12/rounding-bases-in-ya-kissing-sex-and.html">http://www.readingwithtequila.com/2010/05/sex-in-ya-one-moms-view.html<u><span style="color: #810081;">http://www.firstnovelsclub.com/2009/12/rounding-bases-in-ya-kissing-sex-and.html</span></u></a><br />
<a href="http://magicalwords.net/carrie-ryan/sex-and-violence-in-ya">http://magicalwords.net/carrie-ryan/sex-and-violence-in-ya</a><br />
<u><span style="color: #810081;"><a href="http://novelnovice.com/2011/03/23/sex-violence-ya-readers-authors-say-bring-it-on/">http://novelnovice.com/2011/03/23/sex-violence-ya-readers-authors-say-bring-it-on/</a></span></u><br />
<a href="http://www.radicalparenting.com/2009/10/24/the-consequences-of-book-banning-teen-article/">http://www.radicalparenting.com/2009/10/24/the-consequences-of-book-banning-teen-article/</a><br />
<a href="http://theya5.blogspot.com/2010/12/sex-and-sexy-scenes-in-ya-lets-look-at.html">http://theya5.blogspot.com/2010/12/sex-and-sexy-scenes-in-ya-lets-look-at.html</a><br />
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sexless teens<br />
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<a href="http://www.theawl.com/2011/03/%e2%80%98red-riding-hood%e2%80%99-and-the-gripping-jaws-of-sexless-teens">http://www.theawl.com/2011/03/%e2%80%98red-riding-hood%e2%80%99-and-the-gripping-jaws-of-sexless-teens</a><br />
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other people are over protective but not me<br />
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<a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/Recommended-Romance-Novels-For-Young-Adults">http://hubpages.com/hub/Recommended-Romance-Novels-For-Young-Adults</a><br />
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of course i won't read this ---just a bunch of peoples comments about why they put a book down<br />
<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/233548-books-i-ve-had-to-put-down-and-why">http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/233548-books-i-ve-had-to-put-down-and-why</a><br />
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Nay<br />
<a href="http://homespunlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-clean-books-for-teen-boys.html">http://homespunlight.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-clean-books-for-teen-boys.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.readingteen.net/2011/03/sex-in-ya-one-naive-moms-opinion.html">http://www.readingteen.net/2011/03/sex-in-ya-one-naive-moms-opinion.html</a><br />
<a href="http://libraryofcleanreads.blogspot.com/2010/08/hunger-games-by-suzanne-collins.html">http://libraryofcleanreads.blogspot.com/2010/08/hunger-games-by-suzanne-collins.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://novelteen.wordpress.com/">http://novelteen.wordpress.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.squeakycleanreads.com/">http://www.squeakycleanreads.com/</a><br />
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<a href="http://yaauthorscafe.blogspot.com/2007/04/open-discussion-lets-talk-about-sex.html">http://yaauthorscafe.blogspot.com/2007/04/open-discussion-lets-talk-about-sex.html</a><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Nay - cause it's required</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://jamiefessenden.wordpress.com/2011/02/10/sex-and-the-ya-novel/">http://jamiefessenden.wordpress.com/2011/02/10/sex-and-the-ya-novel/</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Banned Books----</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.banned-books.com/bblista-i.html">http://www.banned-books.com/bblista-i.html</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.banned-books.com/bblistj-z.html">http://www.banned-books.com/bblistj-z.html</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_most_commonly_challenged_books_in_the_U.S">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_most_commonly_challenged_books_in_the_U.S</a>.</div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">maybe if she had read about boys?</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/issuesadvocacy/banned/frequentlychallenged/challengedbydecade/1990_1999/index.cfm">http://www.ala.org/ala/issuesadvocacy/banned/frequentlychallenged/challengedbydecade/1990_1999/index.cfm</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>So what should we do as authors?</strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tDtuPhM5ySyduivTGgRSxVoShHHaLcQ6HcSSQuOo0lkoQEWkAt1vJWVH39WZ_qvvn8S9i_qyznIqIXpLaw5IFU98nref6W039Hddz2mNjxwIb2mNHHeJK1Jel27VJy2MlnoDEw4TzrM/s1600/1sex111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tDtuPhM5ySyduivTGgRSxVoShHHaLcQ6HcSSQuOo0lkoQEWkAt1vJWVH39WZ_qvvn8S9i_qyznIqIXpLaw5IFU98nref6W039Hddz2mNjxwIb2mNHHeJK1Jel27VJy2MlnoDEw4TzrM/s1600/1sex111.jpg" /></strong></a></div><strong><br />
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<strong>You tell me where you fall?</strong><br />
<strong> How do you decide?</strong><br />
<strong> What is too graphic? </strong><br />
<strong>Why are grownups so freaked about talking to kids? (it was true when I was a kid and I am mortified that it is still true now to a large degree!)</strong><br />
<strong>Do you search for a balance or just say "This is my story and I will write it as I want" without concern?</strong><br />
<strong>What is your base limit for an age? </strong><br />
<strong>What terms do you use to describe bikini parts or activity? (medical, slang, misfire, cuss words, socially acceptable terms, raunchy words, double meaning )</strong><br />
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Do You remember any book you ever read that made you do anything bad?<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-51757182566825255142011-03-23T08:02:00.000-07:002011-03-23T08:02:24.604-07:00Road trip Wed at YA highway<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="content-top"></div><div class="content section" id="content"><div class="widget Blog" id="Blog1"><div class="blog-posts"><!-- google_ad_section_start --><div class="post uncustomized-post-template"><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><center><b>This Week's Topic:</b><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Which book character would y <div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Neighbors - we all have them.</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title">There's an old saying that good fences make good neighbors ----</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title">Then there are the slight variations on those words - Such as my old neighbor</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title"><span style="font-size: large;">"Good fences - make good spots to sit stuff on fer target practice"</span> (neighbor's should be disclosed on the realtor listing LIKE meth labs!)</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title">So out of the books I have read recently - who should I have?</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title">Well - I have sort of had Haymitch on a golf cart - see above comment about fences.</div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubHRc-eUg4ey_j-CIbzk83qwQcsdi5w7OYNNIECb4wjsVyTvrhcs7qxU0WvAu-qHS_hAOEVFhqoqbLrT5kUse9RePOCsliszhF-qP_VFgRcsRDFSzLgbzFHuG8LkYzyUaqsVkoFyeK3o/s1600/1pla.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubHRc-eUg4ey_j-CIbzk83qwQcsdi5w7OYNNIECb4wjsVyTvrhcs7qxU0WvAu-qHS_hAOEVFhqoqbLrT5kUse9RePOCsliszhF-qP_VFgRcsRDFSzLgbzFHuG8LkYzyUaqsVkoFyeK3o/s200/1pla.bmp" width="200" /></a></div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have had the fruitloop - who stands naked in the street at 4 am shouting that I am satan - while he pees on my fence. (different guy from drinking on a golf cart fun neighbor)</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title">I have had Snoopy - well I still have her and her antique bi-plane that has a Red Baron friend - they are my favorite ------ they give rides in the loopy-loop planes. (love you Pam) </div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="title">I am the-- don't mow my lawn til there are tunnels but will come out and help you dig your car out of the mud in the freezing rain neighbor.</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title">I like off beat people for the most part - so I am pretty easy to get along with - so long as you keep your body functions on your side of the world - but never discount a neighbors stuff either - hot tubs and pools, tractors, saw collections are always a huge boon in the neighborly department.</div><div class="title"><br />
</div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginWxWC-UZSfkeCTPST4ioKxq5OPZix4OaR-Ev5T77FvwtSFqH7oiVvv_UYSSBDT-Xfu9AAXQeW1wVFtK3ZdxqEjXd9ZBxH4ed4RlhbO2v2mSdNWVdU2-QTovc3kcecFL5AohBUE2NxI0/s1600/fences1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginWxWC-UZSfkeCTPST4ioKxq5OPZix4OaR-Ev5T77FvwtSFqH7oiVvv_UYSSBDT-Xfu9AAXQeW1wVFtK3ZdxqEjXd9ZBxH4ed4RlhbO2v2mSdNWVdU2-QTovc3kcecFL5AohBUE2NxI0/s1600/fences1.jpg" /></a>Of course on the other end - rusted hulks in the yard and an affinity to rats may not be my idea of cute or charming.</div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So a quirky person with good stuff and most of his marbles is my ideal. </div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think <strong>Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle</strong> would be a fantasic neighbor - she quirky - has skills - doesn't mind if the kids bother her and well she's just adorable!</div><div class="title" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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I can't hold back this small thing. I was blog hopping and found a little button called YOU WRITE LIKE. Hey a fun little gizmo for entertainment.<br />
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I plugged a couple pages into the magic analyzer and a name was returned.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">David Foster Wallace</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zvvYXIjkz776VMWfbhw_TtU1b3hJ79f8LsFyXGIbWKbUEVzAGyFCH67xEp-svsFvFjZwKTmmCAmslTtX-aK-4T82BTPeIFYyAho4Ivf8ndZZvANeJCEDXJZyKdqtLc_Ss1C3N2uC4UQ/s1600/David_Foster_Wallace_headshot_2006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zvvYXIjkz776VMWfbhw_TtU1b3hJ79f8LsFyXGIbWKbUEVzAGyFCH67xEp-svsFvFjZwKTmmCAmslTtX-aK-4T82BTPeIFYyAho4Ivf8ndZZvANeJCEDXJZyKdqtLc_Ss1C3N2uC4UQ/s1600/David_Foster_Wallace_headshot_2006.jpg" /></a>I think 'ok cool who the heck is that?'</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Google returned some stuff.</div><br />
<span class="mw-headline" id="Novels">Novels</span><br />
<ul><li><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Broom_of_the_System"><span style="color: #0645ad;">The Broom of the System</span></a></i> (1987) </li>
<li><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Infinite_Jest"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Infinite Jest</span></a></i> (1996) </li>
<li><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/The_Pale_King"><span style="color: #0645ad;">The Pale King</span></a></i> (2011) (unfinished) </li>
</ul><h3><span class="editsection">[<a href="http://www.blogger.com/w/index.php?title=David_Foster_Wallace&action=edit&section=13" title="Edit section: Short story collections"><span style="color: #0645ad;">edit</span></a>]</span> <span class="mw-headline" id="Short_story_collections">Short story collections</span></h3><ul><li><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Girl_with_Curious_Hair"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Girl with Curious Hair</span></a></i> (1989) (published in Europe as <i>Westward the Course of the Empire Takes Its Way</i>) </li>
<li><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Brief_Interviews_with_Hideous_Men"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Brief Interviews with Hideous Men</span></a></i> (1999) </li>
<li><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Oblivion:_Stories"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Oblivion: Stories</span></a></i> (2004) </li>
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And a speech - read the whole thing here.<br />
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<a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20080213082423/http://www.marginalia.org/dfw_kenyon_commencement.html">http://web.archive.org/web/20080213082423/http://www.marginalia.org/dfw_kenyon_commencement.html</a><br />
There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?"<br />
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The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death.<br />
It is about the real value of a real education, which has almost nothing to do with knowledge, and everything to do with simple awareness; awareness of what is so real and essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, all the time, that we have to keep reminding ourselves over and over:<br />
"This is water."<br />
"This is water."<br />
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My freak out factor.<br />
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Day beforeYesterday I found an end zone - a part of me too personal to share for a simple YA highway road trip question. I am a hard person according to many - I am not romantic - I rarely say much mushy gushy stuff to people. It takes a lot to push me - more to break me and it is a rare thing that I will cry for or about anything. Somehow I got to talking about my best friend. I told everyone things I learned from him and that he had said the most romantic thing anyone ever said to me. Then I couldn't stand it and took it down.<br />
Not putting all the rest back up but I will share what it was.<br />
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It is an offbeat thing that the most romantic thing I have ever had a person say to me, came from my best friend.. "you are my water" That was the moment I knew - this kind of love is just as big as all the mushy hoopla.<br />
I gave him one of those "Dude, if you get any more full of crap..." looks. (I do that to people)<br />
He held up a glass of water and said.<br />
"I like to drink many things from orange juice to coffee to soda. Tea is good and I love a root beer sometimes. The thing is, I can live without those things. Water seems so common - not important. But, I can function without any of the other stuff - I don't exist without water. I always have to come back to water. You are my water."<br />
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That is still hard for me to put out in the world. But, then I read more about this guy who I seem to be like in my writing style..<br />
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We are both the sign of the water bearer.<br />
His unfinished work - <strong>The Pale King</strong> is soon to be published <br />
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He has a fan site called the Howling Fantods. (yeah I know Howlynn is a nick name - but still)<br />
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This is the opening sentence of The Pale King<br />
<blockquote><strong>Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the a.m. heat: shattercane, lamb’s‑quarter, cutgrass, sawbrier, nutgrass, jimsonweed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, muscadine, spinecabbage, goldenrod, creeping charlie, butter-print, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass, invaginate volunteer beans, all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother’s soft hand on your cheek.</strong></blockquote><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That is perfection. </span><br />
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Ok I have been discussing symbols - and I love to weave and drift them into my writing.<br />
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A few of you who were nice enough to comment on the 250 word thing - mentioned the way I had talked about a box on the wall - not the character.<br />
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If it were there for no reason - I would have to agree - but the box on the wall is a symbol.<br />
It is in plain sight but nobody really notices it. It is obviously malfunctioning, broken, dangerous - Like the Magical creature Natalie can feel watching her. She can't see him yet - but he is watching her - falling in love with her - and her instincts tell her he is there. The box foreshadows that he is very dangerous - The smoke smell is him - not just the speaker. This moment takes her life away - it will never be the same. It is hidden in the every day things we ignore, excuse and take for granted. In the book I am working on now - The river is a huge symbol. The opening lines of book four.<br />
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<strong>The tobacco-brown water frightened me, swirling secrets, hidden danger, unknown eddies trapping things away from the light. His blood is in the river, and I want to be held in his arms, nestled in his rusted liquid, sucked down to the blackness that is my heart without him. I am glad I killed the one who put my vampire in the river, but it does not stop me from longing to join him,to need to become one with the water. I imagine the river as a gentle vampire draining my life away in the churning mud. It moves on, as I stand trapped upon the banks, fearing I will give in to the call. My heart is already there, only my face has not yet felt the hellish cold water cover me like a lovers caress.</strong><br />
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(By the way I plugged my 1st books 250 plus a few into the gizmo - NOT the passage from book four! I only went to grab that for this post, cause after reading his opening on Pale King - I was breathing funny - knowing it had a strange bingo in the impossible place. It didn't see this opening to simply link up the similar words!)<br />
My book four has nothing to do with his subject - He is literary - I just write monsters. <br />
So ----Not saying that he and I are near the same level - in any way shape or form -----but ya know its kinda like I get what they are saying about my clunky sentences - when I wrote the paragraph above it was two sentences - I made it much more easy to read....lol. And it does stand out that his brain - and mine use some words in kind of a freaky parallel dimensional fashion faux pax! I will go change tobacco -rust and even lovers caress - cause I know his words now - but It is still kinda freaky that we are wearing the same outfit?<br />
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He was a philosopher - I am only a teller of tales. I had never heard of him until today, yet our muses are dancing in the same place. It says to me that writing is important. My David is gone and this one fell to the same sorrow. I will never get to sit and talk with either one of them. But the one I never met, spoke to me today across the veil. He made me cry.<br />
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The river will flow on without us all one day. What we leave here may be only words, but maybe, just maybe, another we can't imagine, will let those simple streams of words be water for their soul.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHXyBh2txvVja9mPt8HWfFQd79FysHV6hdfCYozxNSjUo0Nm3OChCB6qIxOCcPKuPZa13TrmIzwO7WHGb99N1a1n1MWQ6owG6NjAtuSJYyOR9aXTeQZHcj5SNGoIdZy17TTi_izdxAUU/s1600/fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHXyBh2txvVja9mPt8HWfFQd79FysHV6hdfCYozxNSjUo0Nm3OChCB6qIxOCcPKuPZa13TrmIzwO7WHGb99N1a1n1MWQ6owG6NjAtuSJYyOR9aXTeQZHcj5SNGoIdZy17TTi_izdxAUU/s1600/fire.jpg" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: large;">That is a blue apple.</span><br />
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Going to buy "THE PALE KING" as soon as it comes out. <br />
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Maybe it is just a fluke that this little writing analyser would spit out his name to me. Then again, maybe it's Magic! <br />
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Who do YOU write like? Go here to find out.<br />
<a href="http://iwl.me/">http://iwl.me/</a><br />
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</div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-6443989953069798712011-03-16T16:56:00.000-07:002011-03-16T19:38:36.031-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusdVY9oRTw_hho6HTZx1em2WZZlU4Xe-8HSxahbD0_9MdurvUwvSQ0r05ygwQ_BJIvq18WsLui-fmms815pBtv9emv0VRYNhU2Y4za_5JkwrpM665vNH7BRi4IKqdsqw3_mBVmwS6unk/s1600/Irtw.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusdVY9oRTw_hho6HTZx1em2WZZlU4Xe-8HSxahbD0_9MdurvUwvSQ0r05ygwQ_BJIvq18WsLui-fmms815pBtv9emv0VRYNhU2Y4za_5JkwrpM665vNH7BRi4IKqdsqw3_mBVmwS6unk/s200/Irtw.png" width="196" /></a></div><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">Who have you written into a book? Be honest.</span></strong></div><strong><br />
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<div style="color: #4c1130;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">It could be someone that just inspired one specific trait in a character. Maybe your MC's ex has a weird obsession with anime, kind of like a certain ex of yours. Or maybe the evil witch wreaking havoc on your other characters is straight-up Mrs. Hawkins, your 3rd grade math teacher. Confession time – who's in your book?</span></strong></div>################################<br />
-OK REVAMP ON THE OVER SHARE - CANT DO IT <br />
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Sorry folks - I tried really hard - I tried to walk it off - but I can't put stuff that personal on here. No comments yet so whew! I can share if its funny - stupid - but there is just stuff too deep for pickin' and that was IT!<br />
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So my funny answer IS - If you are a hollow shallow mean person -----I will WRITE you. <br />
If You have an annoying trait - watch out it is fair game.<br />
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If you talk pretty - you are there.<br />
If others don't notice you ---I do.<br />
And most deeply -If I love you - you already know.<br />
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</div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-63384413257919335662011-03-15T18:54:00.000-07:002011-03-16T12:53:54.600-07:00First 250 words of Ignite - contest!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4L-fPvRBNtZ7CaLwbq1AMqggNye3dumiWo5r3_qIN532ZrbmQ_DY5IEQ_W4zsjYvnIbVnRR6m6pS-gQ-63iwghHL2baYhbpsmHWShbkyy8qDQlNHYKXRk-f6QtnHq7-9A32UwLeq6mHw/s1600/1con.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4L-fPvRBNtZ7CaLwbq1AMqggNye3dumiWo5r3_qIN532ZrbmQ_DY5IEQ_W4zsjYvnIbVnRR6m6pS-gQ-63iwghHL2baYhbpsmHWShbkyy8qDQlNHYKXRk-f6QtnHq7-9A32UwLeq6mHw/s1600/1con.jpg" /></a></div><a href="http://brenleedrake.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-me-voice-contest-with-agent.html?showComment=1300235753694#c784551322447799366">http://brenleedrake.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-me-voice-contest-with-agent.html?showComment=1300235753694#c784551322447799366</a><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Ok This is a contest and a Blogfest - the above link will take you there. Heres the rules and what we do!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Thank You Brenda Drake and agent Natalie Fischer for your time and fun contest!</span></strong><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f1c232;"><span style="color: black;"> On <b>March 20 and 21</b>, post the first 250 words of your <b style="color: #cc0000;">finished </b>manuscript (any genre) <b>on your blog</b> to get critiques from your followers and then hop around to the other participants' sites and give critiques. Polish those 250 words and <b>email them to me at</b> brenleedrake@gmail.com with <b>CONTEST</b> in the subject line by <b>12:00AM (EST)</b> on <b>March 22 </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #bf9000; color: black;">My example is 253 words because I didn't want to cut it off in the middle of a sentence. So if your 250 words ends in the middle of one, please go to the end of the sentence.<br />
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All entries submitted before the cut off time will be considered. The first round will be judged by a chosen panel of your peers (agented and unagented). We'll pick the<b> best 20 entries</b> and post them on my blog by <b>March 24</b>. The 20 entries we pick will be judged by Natalie. The winners will be <b>announced</b> on or before Monday, <b>March 28</b>. <br />
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Bet you're wondering what <b>prizes</b> Natalie is offering, right? Well, here they are:<br />
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<b>1st place - a critique of the first 20 pages</b><br />
<b>2nd place - a critique of the first 10 pages </b><br />
<b>3rd place - a query critique</b></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><b><span style="background-color: #bf9000; color: black;">Don't forget to SHOW ME THE VOICE!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: large;"><strong>Ok so here are my actual first 250 words or so.</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-size: large;"><strong>Anyone is welcome to comment - anyone can say exactly what they think.(at least to me - play nice with the other people if you jump around)</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: black;">I do not include the prologue - it is not the voice of the novel but a tiny glimpse into the mind of another character - thus a prologue. Anyway - Red ink is LOVE so even though all you people are really nice - just for a moment, could you try to endevor to be less nice? Like, alot less nice? Border on mean if it is at all possible.</span></span> </span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><br />
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Ok that is it - I put this up Way early because I am heading to Dallas for the 'Dreamin' In Dallas' Conference! Also anyone who wants can pop over and enter too - Hurry - before Mr. linky-thing has a heart attack over there!<br />
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Show Me The Voice? - well I am up here in Missouri.... show me what you didn't like ...please comment below or whereever the darn thing pops up! And not that it matters - but the main characters name Is----Natalie! hehehe.</div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-8909862513515201052011-03-15T12:15:00.000-07:002011-03-15T12:15:58.030-07:00Idus Martii - beware!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwtAvkz0sUXSH0Q8sSPF6rKYUN97d-4EhBJn0vkTOoVjyBn_tnUDK59dSU2Y-AkEv86gXcKpmc1UBycXkgv3bCNKSfpb8149ieNLs86csbi2SkZSBPmMJARWxTeBpNaaRdbf5KqLKeXw/s1600/ides.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwtAvkz0sUXSH0Q8sSPF6rKYUN97d-4EhBJn0vkTOoVjyBn_tnUDK59dSU2Y-AkEv86gXcKpmc1UBycXkgv3bCNKSfpb8149ieNLs86csbi2SkZSBPmMJARWxTeBpNaaRdbf5KqLKeXw/s1600/ides.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Ides of March!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>What's That? here is what wiki says:</strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The Ides of March was a festive day dedicated to the god <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Mars_(mythology)" title="Mars (mythology)"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Mars</span></a> and a military parade was usually held. In modern times, the term <i>Ides of March</i> is best known as the date that <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Julius_Caesar"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Julius Caesar</span></a> was <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Assassination_of_Julius_Caesar" title="Assassination of Julius Caesar"><span style="color: #0645ad;">killed</span></a> in 44 B.C. Julius Caesar was stabbed (23 times) to death in the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Theatre_of_Pompey"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Theatre of Pompey</span></a> led by <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Marcus_Junius_Brutus" title="Marcus Junius Brutus"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Marcus Junius Brutus</span></a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Gaius_Cassius_Longinus"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Gaius Cassius Longinus</span></a> and 60 other conspirators.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On his way to the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Theatre_of_Pompey"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Theatre of Pompey</span></a> (where he would be assassinated), Caesar saw a seer who had foretold that harm would come to him not later than the Ides of March. Caesar joked, "Well, the Ides of March have come", to which the seer replied "Ay, they have come, but they are not gone."<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-1"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7296483701993292743#cite_note-1"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #0645ad;"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></span></span></a></sup> This meeting is famously dramatized in <a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/William_Shakespeare"><span style="color: #0645ad;">William Shakespeare</span></a>'s play <i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Julius_Caesar_(play)" title="Julius Caesar (play)"><span style="color: #0645ad;">Julius Caesar</span></a></i>, when Caesar is warned to "beware the Ides of March".<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-2"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7296483701993292743#cite_note-2"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #0645ad;"><span>[</span>3<span>]</span></span></span></a></sup><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-3"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7296483701993292743#cite_note-3"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #0645ad;"><span>[</span>4<span>]</span></span></span></a></sup></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaPYjHgP65E56i6vjfMvldftQPyVo7dCEqRN41Pf4WW30re5CM2FvUb0IN2QCMRSUWARp3hqjH5zWz8mSScjbj2eGuKXM9umIgtZiouGHKpvtG56Q6YfqFhRncfsGB2IOTWD1SW4xrOw/s1600/ides1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaaPYjHgP65E56i6vjfMvldftQPyVo7dCEqRN41Pf4WW30re5CM2FvUb0IN2QCMRSUWARp3hqjH5zWz8mSScjbj2eGuKXM9umIgtZiouGHKpvtG56Q6YfqFhRncfsGB2IOTWD1SW4xrOw/s200/ides1.jpg" width="122" /></a> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The Idus Martii is the perfect day to begin a novel of foreboding - trouble - madness - evil. </div><br />
High spirits will make for a brutal contrast to some violent betrayal. It is a day for stories in which people you love and count on betray you, kill you or scar your soul. Christopher Columbus returned from his first voyage of discovery today....think how that worked out? It is a day of bright futures and pasts that catch up with us. <br />
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<strong>What do Writers, Witches and Weavers have in common--------we are all a bit crafty!</strong><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>As you begin your story today -Think how you can step outside of tradition. Maybe some sweet little bunny pictures will inspire you! I just can't wait for Easter!</strong></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Children love the easter bunny!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSdNACP3s5j_CUmlxftDGimaem3kMmUw4EQ9onKssKrR9IqTdzUQ131OmtyLxqFBXmS4yxF5LX3Gg7Ewsj1QxEe7gcRXwfz8fmrA4ubgjpgYruIEg435S3-wr9WbdAWo5IQ7DjxjvVDg/s1600/ides22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwSdNACP3s5j_CUmlxftDGimaem3kMmUw4EQ9onKssKrR9IqTdzUQ131OmtyLxqFBXmS4yxF5LX3Gg7Ewsj1QxEe7gcRXwfz8fmrA4ubgjpgYruIEg435S3-wr9WbdAWo5IQ7DjxjvVDg/s1600/ides22.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Bunnys like to cuddle!</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw_6hsypHRgLjdCp_StaWS0RhV5XOqOKFnqNgnU2DF3FoQFFNHgcTqHLtPzTqj0INVH0j8u5YxlhdN3fYK3Bl5AejvcOXhmXEj20qrjYaXvIs13NNewyWiCfLbmgpOCBMICY2tziM6Bk/s1600/ides111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="156" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw_6hsypHRgLjdCp_StaWS0RhV5XOqOKFnqNgnU2DF3FoQFFNHgcTqHLtPzTqj0INVH0j8u5YxlhdN3fYK3Bl5AejvcOXhmXEj20qrjYaXvIs13NNewyWiCfLbmgpOCBMICY2tziM6Bk/s200/ides111.jpg" width="200" /></span></strong></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_HOjfmfgJdd9tBhL6wsWsjARxWajIEGaJB37R6TeRTjWpMRlL0ACbYLGr9EecraF4fL-MrX2R_Zc-_BGWirZduc6QKWyitM_scAiF2iXAMBU8fUmRyROUj0v7aK7CWA7CZ1d4hFX0Jg/s1600/ides55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE_HOjfmfgJdd9tBhL6wsWsjARxWajIEGaJB37R6TeRTjWpMRlL0ACbYLGr9EecraF4fL-MrX2R_Zc-_BGWirZduc6QKWyitM_scAiF2iXAMBU8fUmRyROUj0v7aK7CWA7CZ1d4hFX0Jg/s1600/ides55.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dont be fooled by looks!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6d0trss0iCHDIL8GL_nLs3N-4rHFAPGWrSzhe8X0nTcChLwDU8eYCQQzjvCi_MaCdHf1OSNrJeyHDOEyFMIrwo5PiShWfK64NVvcfKS4us2sMPRyBqQzull3xYwspvRLfoTOqhb4oVY/s1600/ides88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6d0trss0iCHDIL8GL_nLs3N-4rHFAPGWrSzhe8X0nTcChLwDU8eYCQQzjvCi_MaCdHf1OSNrJeyHDOEyFMIrwo5PiShWfK64NVvcfKS4us2sMPRyBqQzull3xYwspvRLfoTOqhb4oVY/s1600/ides88.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw60BOy-5BCl-hSVFbwrSnGEED67EOqQFYobL03WjHRPsbFJ6SGTusxZfw9_NVRTW0m6SuVvpmxJH7iK3EQ017NRNMSNvy9AWx83Ycjah_BtmZQYELp5zthPsboYbM55gJ6pbanKu5BU/s1600/ides2222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><img border="0" height="160" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw60BOy-5BCl-hSVFbwrSnGEED67EOqQFYobL03WjHRPsbFJ6SGTusxZfw9_NVRTW0m6SuVvpmxJH7iK3EQ017NRNMSNvy9AWx83Ycjah_BtmZQYELp5zthPsboYbM55gJ6pbanKu5BU/s200/ides2222.jpg" width="200" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Bunnys are so sweet! Happy Easter!</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-25392799074701093402011-03-12T22:02:00.000-08:002011-03-13T10:48:46.638-07:00Playing the Symbols<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>“Sing then the core of dark and absolute oblivion where the soul at last is lost in utter peace.” - D. H. Lawrence</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have been reading several blogs on symbolism used in novels. I love matching novels to the symbols and I admit I burn a fair dreggy flame when I weave them myself.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDlsMAGgpKzAvKYjgaZSLMWAOFItaFR7uIJHghnR1NAFJUcv4zfyIZGO_nTM56sd6DDlzBHJ980ntwjHos0iRZP6MWgk4nLqi66-ZaStxSLsLqov4rHyd5MkiXQra-KlOWiXaqv1f0OQ/s1600/1fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDlsMAGgpKzAvKYjgaZSLMWAOFItaFR7uIJHghnR1NAFJUcv4zfyIZGO_nTM56sd6DDlzBHJ980ntwjHos0iRZP6MWgk4nLqi66-ZaStxSLsLqov4rHyd5MkiXQra-KlOWiXaqv1f0OQ/s320/1fire.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Has anyone noticed my self portrait above? What's that mean?</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana;">What about my blue apples?</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Fahrenheit 451 - Hunger Games series</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>What do they have in common?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">18 symbols I have found so far.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes my jaw dropped too when my daughter found the first couple.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">The big one of course-<strong> fire</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">In 451 - fire is the symbol for destruction but also hope (as little Clarisse's candle) </div><div style="text-align: center;">In Hunger - Katniss is the girl on fire - symbol of both hope and destruction.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Also, the other biggie is that whole <strong>Bird</strong> as the symbol of freedom and rebellion.<br />
Now those are pretty big and obvious - here are a few more</div><div style="text-align: center;">451 - 10 lane highway - a world moving to fast</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hunger - the trains that go to the capital so fast<br />
(society marching to it's own doom ever faster)</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Clarisse -Katniss- A double S is a symbol for a government that has lost it's humanity...think of The SS</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>(If you don't know what 451 is - it is the temperature that paper flashes -symbol of book burners and those who demand politically correct reading material)</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">small child - innocent but filled with hunger to learn and think - little Rue in Hunger - little Clarisse in 451 (they both die)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I won't name every one, it would be too long. Once again there are 18 so far. Think I am kidding? What was Katniss' squad number in Mockingjay........ four fifty one</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">No the stories are nothing alike - but the symbols are.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to sit down and do a reference style post on the parallels as a separate post. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Another symbol used in Hunger games is the smell of the rose being evil - not pleasant - horror</div><div style="text-align: center;">Others have done it too - Vonnegut and King to name two off the top of my head.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love this because we usually think of roses as symbols of love - beauty.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't forget they are the symbol of death too -( Watching you from top the coffins of those you love.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thorns are pain topped with beauty called a rose - pain hidden in beauty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Think of these symbols and ask yourself if you really get the whole story behind them?</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>River</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>eye</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>clock</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> broken pillar</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>glass of wine</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>light</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>tombstone</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you understand the symbols - a story told in seven symbols.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAjtbGbUoGjqRTNtoIJCrzQy30vOAyTnHiGAzYbOqwXlUEN7Wxh1FH_eSAGbJV31L-Ms-0NsNaESikoxsmmQMgEq4bBMJdAi0i5O5gr-Ls6ZVx72774LiuTkJHn4Ki973CiPzYvpdiDU/s1600/1fire1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAjtbGbUoGjqRTNtoIJCrzQy30vOAyTnHiGAzYbOqwXlUEN7Wxh1FH_eSAGbJV31L-Ms-0NsNaESikoxsmmQMgEq4bBMJdAi0i5O5gr-Ls6ZVx72774LiuTkJHn4Ki973CiPzYvpdiDU/s200/1fire1.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In my story fire is a theme too - (hope and destruction yes - but creation also) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fire</span> is love that can't be controlled - even if it means you sacrifice yourself - even in your own destruction, you love. A love so pure it burns. Love beyond all pain - only light. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Smoke </span>is the search for love and god and your own fate....you can smell it from far away good or bad. <span style="font-size: large;">Light</span> symbolises - joy - sensation - happy - kindness - and knowing your path is true. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSXKAC8O2n8XX6MhSKUhumjl-InTYt4xbli_rpE7EeXBKvSZiU6OTKMmvMjJrxTgcvxz6CUf4cfjDgtyxm8TI68r0_7bmZgz2iJRmmyUr3u1RJF2jBxJtHi37w3b8BlgSLhFUPHVE3SYQ/s1600/1fire11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSXKAC8O2n8XX6MhSKUhumjl-InTYt4xbli_rpE7EeXBKvSZiU6OTKMmvMjJrxTgcvxz6CUf4cfjDgtyxm8TI68r0_7bmZgz2iJRmmyUr3u1RJF2jBxJtHi37w3b8BlgSLhFUPHVE3SYQ/s200/1fire11.jpg" width="200" /></a><strong>The red bud tree in the cemetery</strong> - life even in death - love past boundary.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong>Cheerleader</strong> - working so hard to conform yet finding value even in that pursuit.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong>Vampire </strong>- life with a price - lived as a slave to things you must do to survive</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong>Djinn</strong> - the smokeless fire of god - they are the soul of man on his journey<br />
Most of us know a song that speaks about a ring of fire - you know the one. What is the first word of that song? <strong>Love</strong> is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring. I fell for you, like a child. It is a love song - not a song of hell, but one of true love.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXtyKzKA2o5GQfU2AcnQ4keyT4kB7g-SNhbVqNT1jsNnbJ211aDRMUL0D_Y2hHJlQckTBbp80S_e-hmABnAOdyMpnpzRFCOStiw8Q64WIwrCqIAjsf1TSj1IztMpuEJsz1_h9d4ZCA5U/s1600/1fire111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXtyKzKA2o5GQfU2AcnQ4keyT4kB7g-SNhbVqNT1jsNnbJ211aDRMUL0D_Y2hHJlQckTBbp80S_e-hmABnAOdyMpnpzRFCOStiw8Q64WIwrCqIAjsf1TSj1IztMpuEJsz1_h9d4ZCA5U/s200/1fire111.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Now tell me what symbols you are weaving into your words. How do you use them?</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhldW7jLjchZqRXajai5lrC8GO2uTwf1i-3VsMSpvrgdf2vLdkOt9upN7F6UEMZkgpAjqbS9fycZrbq692CTgFI8rsFIGdRju2LmChyphenhypheneh9CmhALIi9eARLtOt3AmSD-ZRI2EPjkxwTTg/s1600/1fire1111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><img border="0" height="200" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzhldW7jLjchZqRXajai5lrC8GO2uTwf1i-3VsMSpvrgdf2vLdkOt9upN7F6UEMZkgpAjqbS9fycZrbq692CTgFI8rsFIGdRju2LmChyphenhypheneh9CmhALIi9eARLtOt3AmSD-ZRI2EPjkxwTTg/s200/1fire1111.jpg" width="142" /></strong></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>What is the main symbol of your current work in progress? </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong> Take a stab at telling the story above?</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div></div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-78018739360366542022011-03-09T22:49:00.000-08:002011-03-09T22:49:48.516-08:00Road trip Wed at YA highway<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVATwNgMbV_qIQJy4CIKYEsNEsrtPCe1sp9mQzYE7q9WDXpl9bz-Ws9-l4Qcvq4yub4-xl9dIHjAQMOd1SlO8Hut2Sm60jA8P021OtyeezH1wCaEJLkuZ0qYALeOWVukbf3r22nrgWCU/s1600/rtw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVATwNgMbV_qIQJy4CIKYEsNEsrtPCe1sp9mQzYE7q9WDXpl9bz-Ws9-l4Qcvq4yub4-xl9dIHjAQMOd1SlO8Hut2Sm60jA8P021OtyeezH1wCaEJLkuZ0qYALeOWVukbf3r22nrgWCU/s1600/rtw.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Lets say yippe it's road trip Wednesday. And like Haymitch in the Hunger Games I am both sober and ready to play - grin. (and anyone who might be offended by my sarcastic references to sobriety - I am being sarcastic - lol -figure that one out -grin)<br />
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Well I have to say that I was more into wanting to be like grown ups in high school -<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakDLUkLZDYTxpe-BVqvq5bojoHbxMLARXsvGOEweipbfWrpZRBMY885sFEzZ2i96rAR2r53LSkOgXwKAPw6pOW8Bjynr6j5dzgNB7y6YIqWefy_GyGiIqg7JJfWNwVoflAXkodGH6R54/s1600/kirk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakDLUkLZDYTxpe-BVqvq5bojoHbxMLARXsvGOEweipbfWrpZRBMY885sFEzZ2i96rAR2r53LSkOgXwKAPw6pOW8Bjynr6j5dzgNB7y6YIqWefy_GyGiIqg7JJfWNwVoflAXkodGH6R54/s1600/kirk.jpg" /></a></div>Kirk --James Tiberius ---- I was not so much a Trekkie as more of a traveler - I wanted to go all the time.<br />
His job was to travel around and not get dead - save the day and then travel around some more! I wanted to be him.<br />
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Like Sam and Dean on Supernatural. <br />
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I also wanted to be a Truck Driver - notice the travel theme. It was a hoot - and now its on to the next thing...<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoNS0m8r2tobdxnlQfzmNohPNSp7QHpKZLEAFBnB9qwM5y_O_S8jzH6JvH7JhA55jLwq_EWsJzREGf4gPuJdri5zzwTyiZjbXop3nnE-c4fqheR7Qg_TaAnZifhYzzNvMelwd-hM8pBs/s1600/king.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMoNS0m8r2tobdxnlQfzmNohPNSp7QHpKZLEAFBnB9qwM5y_O_S8jzH6JvH7JhA55jLwq_EWsJzREGf4gPuJdri5zzwTyiZjbXop3nnE-c4fqheR7Qg_TaAnZifhYzzNvMelwd-hM8pBs/s1600/king.jpg" /></a>I wanted to be like Stephen King - able to scare the bee-jezzies out of people. I always thought he was very cool - and yes he was pretty - which help my adoration a little - though my friends didn't get my taste in bad boys. Lets see - how did that work out? Well - I can scare people - hehehe. I write....but I may have a ways to go before anyone in their right mind would say I can compare - no - he's still way up there in the stars - like Kirk. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last but not least - I wanted to be like every bad boy you ever met - why boy? Because girls had to wear high heels and be rescued. I wanted to play with the bow and arrow and the sword too - not run through the woods and cry.....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yes, I am serious</span>.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhl5kMn0PTQ-NKip8YOxuw_CY1AOeM_wMALJlNnRQ6MRhUvBFHnclN1h8J88LP-alT1-10UI9P1_oOJ30JD3Qd-3Ndf1pXnxu6ohXN8gk6pjFK6npGcHY4gNqBONbc9jx61rbcdFdkzA/s1600/green1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhl5kMn0PTQ-NKip8YOxuw_CY1AOeM_wMALJlNnRQ6MRhUvBFHnclN1h8J88LP-alT1-10UI9P1_oOJ30JD3Qd-3Ndf1pXnxu6ohXN8gk6pjFK6npGcHY4gNqBONbc9jx61rbcdFdkzA/s1600/green1.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Sure the paper gets a bit soggy and since I realized it was the computer that was leading to my constant electrocution -----Ok I am pulling your chain - a little.</span><br />
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I see on many of the blogs I haunt, people who say they want to write - but they sit at the computer with a blank screen and don't know where to start.<br />
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If you sit down and force yourself to Sit there until something pops in your head - you are not writing. You are punishing you - not giving in to the joy.<br />
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My most vivid memory of childhood is my nightly "clean your plate' battle. I spent hours of each evening staring at a green been or a cooked carrot or anything slathered in red sauce. I had to sit at the table until I cleaned my plate. I did not ever learn to enjoy green beans from the experience. It did teach me that I can swallow a very large item if I can wash it down. I can do it anyway if you take away my water, but it's harder.<br />
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What? How does that have anything to do with writing in the shower?<br />
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You sit staring at your computer - daring yourself to write. You demand that you write. You insist that you write. You will sit here until you learn to clean Your Plate. You have writer's block - you have angst - you have too dang many stupid rules for yourself.<br />
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You may figure out a way to consume that green bean - but you will never ever enjoy them.<br />
You may force yourself to tap out perfectly fine string-beans of words -but you will never fall in lust with your activity.<br />
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Writing is not learning to clean your plate. It is finding out that you nearly roll your eyes back in your head in pleasure as you taste something new.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What is writing? </span><br />
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Is eating only the moment you sit down and shovel food in your mouth? I don't think so. No meal ever comes to you with no preparation. It begins with seed, and growth and death and plucking and picking. Then it moves to slicing and gathering and cooking and at the moment when all of it falls together - and you can stand the need of it no longer - eating what is before you is not a torture - it is fulfillment - release - pure pleasure. Food becomes joy. (ok - to the little smarty pants out there saying "What about eating out?" That is going to the book store to enjoy other peoples work - reading!)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Where does your writing begin?</span><br />
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Mine does not begin in front of a computer ever. I am speaking with "those who will be" most of the time. A melancholy mood drifts upon me that I can't explain - I ask -who are you? When the voice speaks - a seed has begun. <br />
Now I must date them a while - interview them - see them. Decide if I love them or will move on - letting them find another who can hear them. I warn them -- I am a cruel God. If they stay I begin to let them charm me. In the grocery store an old woman will walk past and for a moment I will see her pretty blue eyes - a voice will come forward and say "Those are my eyes!"<br />
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A turn of expression at the licence bureau - "I said that- it's how I speak."<br />
A pretty magazine house - "that is where I live"<br />
They are constantly attempting to gain my attention.<br />
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They need me - and I pay attention when I have a moment - such as in the Shower when the other Talkers - the fleshy ones - don't interrupt.<br />
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This part IS writing. You may think your doing nothing - procrastinating - not getting famous as fast as you wanted - not living your expectations of writerly activity - not doing it Write?<br />
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Your binding yourself. You are becoming willing to swallow that green bean whole, if it means you can get up from the table.<br />
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Don't sit down at that table. Don't think green beans are all there is. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then when do I get to the good part?</span><br />
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What is the good part for you? Is it being Writer MacWriterly -big shot? <br />
Most of us will say - No but it would be NICE!<br />
Exactly.<br />
You don't learn to play a game with the intent of being better than anyone else at it - you play it for joy.<br />
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Your relationship with the voices will change - by now you know them.<br />
You know that you can't stand to be without them. You love them. You need them and you are getting a little desperate and strange about it. You want to write them. Your fingers itch to bring them to life. Your sure if the world doesn't leave you alone, you're going to set something on fire, to distract it, so you can sneak away and write!<br />
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That is the moment you sit down at your computer. That is when you let them tempt you and you are swept away in the joy of writing.<br />
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The words fly - you keep telling the fleshys - "just a minute!" - until they are sure, this time you have lost your mind. 12 hours later you emerge feeling like you could fly if you just had a little coffee - and a nap. You try to explain to them - but its hopeless. They will love you anyway.<br />
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I don't want to call it word-sex - that sounds kinda messy......So lets call it Your favorite meal of all time.<br />
You have eaten and you are satisfied.<br />
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That is the good part - and it may have started in the shower. Just because your flirting doesn't mean you are not falling madly in love. Just because your not tapping away - DOES NOT mean you are not writing.<br />
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Me? I write while I drive - while I shower - while I blog - while I do about anything.....<br />
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All I am saying is don't suffocate your passion in rules. You may learn to swallow that green bean - but you are cheating yourself out of enjoying the meal. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Where do You write???? </span><br />
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</div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-19904993079132648982011-03-04T12:52:00.000-08:002011-03-15T12:35:08.823-07:00Never fight bedtime again! Foolproof plan.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXRRZoh3yGiBhFsWjusm6J7VK5gtASVNJts1Eu1TqdoCa8ze2rnNckwM3Jum3jet8CqevwZT1OJQLdUbP2ByLxlStbuV01tU05vk7XYGOUfx3xnjMwQmUjkQtpeECJmO-kvp0mRELTqc/s1600/bedtime7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXRRZoh3yGiBhFsWjusm6J7VK5gtASVNJts1Eu1TqdoCa8ze2rnNckwM3Jum3jet8CqevwZT1OJQLdUbP2ByLxlStbuV01tU05vk7XYGOUfx3xnjMwQmUjkQtpeECJmO-kvp0mRELTqc/s1600/bedtime7.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">I have seen the nightmare. There are tears, anger, pleading and that hopeless hollow look in the eye of the parent. They say they have tried everything. No - It isn't life or death, hunger or hell - It's BEDTIME!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Most people have been told that reading to kids is a great way to make them readers later in life. That sweet picture of a parent tucked into a huge bed with well behaved little angels on either side, as Mommy or Daddy open a familiar fairytale is - well a fairytale!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYu9q8b1MzIq0nXKvYNVX-D0edkn2bFpmdYJ5qzYnR8BPJ35kA6CFDpDxEUI0BrEj99czgFNLL6UB1gEyavBF2K29_1tM17ddwIeGcTVtERxa0hcgxyTPBfGMBcwZY3bDeFf4iCGnpUQ4/s1600/bedtime1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYu9q8b1MzIq0nXKvYNVX-D0edkn2bFpmdYJ5qzYnR8BPJ35kA6CFDpDxEUI0BrEj99czgFNLL6UB1gEyavBF2K29_1tM17ddwIeGcTVtERxa0hcgxyTPBfGMBcwZY3bDeFf4iCGnpUQ4/s1600/bedtime1.jpg" /></a><br />
<strong>The real story</strong> is that the little darlings will do anything - including put up with you yelling and crying - for just five more minutes of wakeful antics.<br />
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<u><span style="font-size: large;"> I can show you how to never live that sort of evening again. </span></u><br />
Yes it works with every child.<br />
Yes you can do it in a week.<br />
Yes, You must put some effort in it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There are rules -</span><br />
<u>You must devote 1 hour every night no matter what to sitting in a chair - not in their beds. </u> (this is easier if they are in one room - even if they have separate rooms, as you begin, let them all sleep in one area for the moment.<br />
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<u>You may read one picture book - as a warm up, then it's on to the BIG kid book. </u><br />
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<u>You will choose the book</u> - they may vote on the next selection, but even if they whine that it's dull - you must finish one to get to the next. (you will understand later - when you have read everything in the house including the bible and a truck repair manual out loud) Yes I did actually read 'How to win friends and influence People' to them before they were out of grade school - it was there - I was not starting Harry Potter over again, and one of them was having some trouble with a bully - nope didn't fix it - but it didn't hurt either.<br />
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<u> You will read in a quiet voice </u>- including accents if you can - bad words if they are there, and there are no questions allowed til the end of a chapter.<br />
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<u>There is no time limit except a minimum of one hour</u> - if it takes three - you will have to buck it up and do it. If they are asleep in three minutes - yippee! Sit quietly for another 20 and enjoy how pretty they are. Somehow they know you are there.<br />
<u>Hang a string of white Christmas lights in the room</u> - this is your magic reading light - turn them off when you finish - they may only be on during reading time. (any favorite color is fine - but purple is hard to see with)<br />
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<u>Reading time begins</u> at: (30 minutes before old bedtime) They no longer have a Bedtime - they may stay up as late as they want - but must be toothbrushed tucked in and eyes closed (to better see the story) at the beginning of reading time. (in the first week fudge a little - you have to prove to them that this is better than I need a drink of water - there is something in my closet - I heard a noise outside - etc.) This rule is why picture books are useless - eyes must be open for picture books - open eyes and sleep don't happen in most cases.<br />
<u>If they flop about- start acting like creatures - or bicker - You will close the book and reading time is over</u> ( give them several warning for the first few weeks - you must give them time to like this before enforcing it not to happen) After a little bit, a short pause in reading will be all it takes.<br />
If they don't understand a word - they may raise their hand - all other <u>questions take place at the end of chapters only.</u><br />
This one is hard at first - They get to decide how late they stay up - <u>You will read as long as they are awake</u> or up to (specific time- at least two hours - seems like a huge deal to them and as your throat dries out you will wonder 'what the heck I have signed yo up for?') You must erase the old "have to go to sleep fight". Once they trust that this is no trick - they will drift off long before they plan every night - unless the book is at a very exciting spot. <br />
<u>Begin each evening</u> by asking - What was the last thing you remember? That is where you start reading - this is another battle ender - doesn't matter if they drift off to sleep - you will back up to accommodate them. They don't have to fight - to keep from missing the good parts.<br />
<u>Always read two pages past the point you are certain they are asleep</u> - nothing like the sound of a voice stopping to snap eyes open. If this occurs (you got caught) simply get a sip of water and continue.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Why it works</span> - <br />
<u>Your voice calms your child</u> - remember to keep your voice modulated in a soothing tone - you are not speaking -you are Reading. The cadence and inflection should not be a dull monotone - but you must not read fast to try to get Done either. Concentrate on pronouncing your words correctly - we do not enunciate properly anymore - think Peter O'Toole, Katherine Hepburn or Alan Rickman (Harry Potters -Prof. Snape) Your accent - but precise. That will slow your words without making you boring.<br />
<u> You have just given your little controllers - alot of control.</u> If you tell me to do something I may fight you. If I get to drive - I go where I want and there is no energy needed for battle - you might as well give them a kid sleeping pill - your total attention - no need to argue -warm cosy bed - soft light - and things to dream.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Frequently argued - by parents</span><br />
<strong>Well your kids must be weird - it won't work with mine. Mine are monsters at bed time.</strong> (that is because you have BEDtime not - You have my total attention time. Not This is my special gift to you time. Not I adore you enough to give up my favorite TV show/ cleaning the dishes/tapping on my computer, Time. You have BEDtime which equals Battle Every Day Time! <br />
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<strong>I don't read out loud well.</strong> Practice on people who don't care if you are perfect - you will get better very quickly. (my husband did - he hates to read -but has read books he likes - the left behind series - to the kids.) {I don't approve of those books - lol - they are too depressing to me - but they love them - isn't that a lesson for me to discover - everyone should read exactly what they want - my favorite books may not be the only books that exist -gasp}<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>I don't have time</strong></span> - then do not bother to try - you will crush them if you are too sick - too tired - too lazy - or toooo busy for them. Instead continue upon you current path and watch the Battle Every Day - Become. It will grow into many wonderful things - battles over friends, cloths, drugs, grades and many other exciting life choices. This is your first opportunity to say to your child - I think you are big enough - smart enough - good enough to let you decide. I can advise you - but I won't be there to make all the important choices for you. You are driving my child. {this tiny bridge - is how I go forth with you - into your future} <br />
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If you don't have time - you don't have time. They will find the way with or without you.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9Kahk5TTnE8RF3W6LuBcL47-CnBaiZ5wtkioydY7ZonTq-9VpZraQbdhhrLlTk3-48CcJJ_RiB4ePmPONAVgymot2jwkBScT7CEs6iJ3coy5bXebJLeQUUKQBMUTnrML5ocshnZ9fVw/s1600/bedtime4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9Kahk5TTnE8RF3W6LuBcL47-CnBaiZ5wtkioydY7ZonTq-9VpZraQbdhhrLlTk3-48CcJJ_RiB4ePmPONAVgymot2jwkBScT7CEs6iJ3coy5bXebJLeQUUKQBMUTnrML5ocshnZ9fVw/s320/bedtime4.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong>My Kids are too Old!</strong> Really? I read to people in pain who are older than I am - How old are your children exactly? - Are you vampires perhaps? Are you still Telling your teens? Do not raise Children dear ones - Raise Adults. Raise people who drive carefully without you, not people who think you are to stupid to work the car - because they had to learn where the peddles were from some one else as you praised only the joy of walking to school up hill both ways.</div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">How I know -</span> <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> I have a strange house. It may be trashed and messy - but if we argue here, it is because we have something to disagree about. It is not habit. It is not because that's all we have to say to each other. It is because He stole my book -sometimes.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6n3UV0OzZ2Zz0iWlJa5Ty7EBpMdonMstzwMg6hUMSW1cN30ApQgItFAwF0rHIOKgC2Xg88hR_suaakDv9Wu4nrGbhMrT6zlxKtF3k_SEwKm_7-OsS5zX7w1gmwMfhjmR3anyDamOC8c/s1600/bedtime5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6n3UV0OzZ2Zz0iWlJa5Ty7EBpMdonMstzwMg6hUMSW1cN30ApQgItFAwF0rHIOKgC2Xg88hR_suaakDv9Wu4nrGbhMrT6zlxKtF3k_SEwKm_7-OsS5zX7w1gmwMfhjmR3anyDamOC8c/s200/bedtime5.jpg" width="189" /></a></div> Children come to my house who have never been allowed to sleep over anywhere - the parents wouldn't subject anyone to the way their kids act - They often pick them up with - "I'm soo sorry - I tried to tell you..." Dropping their jaw as I tell them we had a wonderful time. Then I hand them some book and explain the rules.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Even older kids, who have never once been read to - like it. They roll their eyes a few nights - then all of a sudden something changes and like my own kids - start bugging me a 7pm to remember that I promised to read early tonight.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last thoughts - My son was three years old, my daughter was eight. I was reading Lord Of The Rings to them and I was sure that all the horrid to pronounce words -endless description and back story, and many many many characters had lost them. I had finally just about decided there was an end zone - as far as ability to follow. Then we came to the Dwarven Mines lost in time and sorrow - I was sure they were both asleep. Gandolf fell. My Three year old sat up in bed tears in his eyes not caring about the end of chapter rule or raising his hand and shouted "did Gandolf DIE?" My daugter, eyes open too - whispers " just tell us - I can't stand it if Gandolf dies!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Course, whats a good road trip without at least one drunk showing up late? No that was not the question.<br />
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Ok you pretend you didn't notice I lost a day and I won't pretend to be Hemingway?<br />
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The question is -<strong><u> <span style="font-size: large;">If you could invent a magical/mythical creature - what would it be?</span></u></strong><br />
Being something of an expert on thing that don't exist (like clocks and Wednesday) I have to leave out all the critters with wings - cause somewhere it has been invented and named. I have to rule out all the stuff that really does exist - like dragons, elves, and Nessy and discover something that does not exist - but could?<br />
Should I mention Politicians who are not ---never mind too far fetched.<br />
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The name of my creature would be a - child who can pick up their shoes? No.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dolpheirinus -</span> ( dol-fair-en-is)</span></strong> this magical little creature, if poor humans could see him, would look like an ordinary dolphin except he would not swim upon the water ocean but the Sea of Myth which circles the whole earth. He is a peaceful fun filled creature who glows at night. (people glimpse them from time to time and call them spook light and fox fire)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">They can color shift to match the day - on a rainy day you would see him in the purple to gray range but in the sun he is often a subtle green or sky blue. In the spring he may shade up to white or even the colors of red-buds, pink dogwood trees or forsythia yellow. He has few predators, being so hard to see but they do take great joy in knocking peoples hats off and making them flip and tumble away. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2k8d45lPgaHCvn7ed0JWGYaHGnY4807BQ5ToKGyFqzEGwYxfaMhEUrN_zpLtY7Idbe0RZSDNw90ylqilgJ4NZUyVBWHEMg0jHf_cM_2jabTdcNq6pUY4KM1KLkjltXAPsIvmSKzVIlhQ/s1600/afog3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2k8d45lPgaHCvn7ed0JWGYaHGnY4807BQ5ToKGyFqzEGwYxfaMhEUrN_zpLtY7Idbe0RZSDNw90ylqilgJ4NZUyVBWHEMg0jHf_cM_2jabTdcNq6pUY4KM1KLkjltXAPsIvmSKzVIlhQ/s320/afog3.jpg" width="320" /></a>The only danger they pose to anyone is that they sometimes mess up the instruments of humans planes and cause disruption to cell phone service. On occasion they pull wires down on perfectly sunny days because they are attracted by electricity. They tend to be masterful in flitting about thunderstorms and in fact are the cause of tornadoes and even if you see a dust devil, it is an indicator that you are watching the effects of a small pod of them.</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKc8RlG54qOAdYUwUkPZZb_d6zhQPAwxnVGdqaP7P__6qwJ-HzfH17iJMLbpaKxjpEM1awp_LkgGnfeCoI4TXdOHBjmM7d-rRKVpOlUN1w16i7vOmmzX4HYkgN-iArAYAMzNj2_25FLc/s1600/afog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKc8RlG54qOAdYUwUkPZZb_d6zhQPAwxnVGdqaP7P__6qwJ-HzfH17iJMLbpaKxjpEM1awp_LkgGnfeCoI4TXdOHBjmM7d-rRKVpOlUN1w16i7vOmmzX4HYkgN-iArAYAMzNj2_25FLc/s1600/afog.jpg" /></a>They are safe from humans because we can not catch them.(or find them for the most part) They are less dense than we are and can therefore simply pass through our nets, cages and other silly devices. If you would like to see them sit quietly on a night that the fog rolls in. As you see it seep up from the water sources near you, carefully observe the undulating texture of the vapor and you will be able to pick out the faint outlines of them playing in the mist. </div><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">But I say you should write like a truck driver ----</span><br />
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<strong><u>Know your destination for the day and write to that place.</u></strong> Is your main character going to get kissed - write to there and stop. If you feel like it, take the next load - but we all need a good meal and a shower - DOT gives you permission to take a break and rest. If you have reached your destination -you earned it - enjoy.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><u>There are only two seasons on the road -- winter and road construction -- write anyway.</u></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We all have crap that interferes with our writing - we have relatives and friends and jobs and kids and every excuse in the universe to get side tracked, off tracked, stuck and lost. If they love you, they will figure out that they can find the ketchup and the forks all on their own. Give them a chance.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><u>Keep a good map handy in case you find a low bridge and have to reroute!</u></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Funny how a truck is 13'9 tall and some bridges are only 13 foot - If you are not careful you may top a trailer. That means you peal the lid back like a tin can and cost alot of time and money. Watch for low bridges ---- If a scene isn't working find another way to get there. Fix plot holes as you go rather than be determined to make your trailer fit where it won't - just cause you like that line or some little bit of humor. Go back to where it doesn't work and find a new way to get there.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><u>Chicken lights are soooooo pretty. But they are a bunch of work.</u></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Have you ever wondered why some trucks look like they are having a competition on who has the most lights all over the truck? (psst its cause they are - truck drivers love pretty lights - think of it as instant popular sauce - The biggest complement you can hear is - Cluck Cluck - or bring it on back over Runway) Let's call chicken lights what they are - I am successful and I can afford these dang things - look at me. In other words don't hide your writing in the dark - You have invested life, time and sleep into your novel. Shine it. Light it up -Edit it! It is alot of work but agents need chicken lights. Your MS rough is a big ole ugly truck - now give it some chicken lights so it looks pretty in that big ole truck stop slush pile!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGjR12I5-hO3ZP17ePe6XHXruogCyzAIE4mYYrPZW0L1vCmwl5X7TJBo6kjrDUTlAYbwVJn9h9WKaFrqrS81aPSgD34xcYjlJU9MA-wgJc6dUo3sq355TrgMY6w5jLLeK71pTIJ3nHiA/s1600/trucking-news-4_4_3634491496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGjR12I5-hO3ZP17ePe6XHXruogCyzAIE4mYYrPZW0L1vCmwl5X7TJBo6kjrDUTlAYbwVJn9h9WKaFrqrS81aPSgD34xcYjlJU9MA-wgJc6dUo3sq355TrgMY6w5jLLeK71pTIJ3nHiA/s320/trucking-news-4_4_3634491496.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now Get Outa here, Kick it in the Big Hole, and keep the rubber side down. Coops have the big word out and pappas got a doughnut - is all clear back my way....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Cluck Cluck</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">P.S. One last thought if you are a writer of TV scripts, movie scripts or novels and you want a big ole truck to ram into one of your poor tragic characters -- <strong>DON'T HONK THE HORN!</strong> No truck driver in the history of accidents honks the horn! We are not 4-wheelers. First my feet stomp on the breaks, one hand on the wheel one on the trailer hand valve. I am going to try not to kill you and try not to jack-knife my home and livelyhood at the same time. Now my breaks will lock up and smoke like crazy and I will be looking for an escape option. I don't have a hand for the danged horn! I howl every time I see it. You see a big Peterworth barrel down on poor little victim-tagonist - and the truck never hits a break (break lights don't even light up) and he just honks? </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvTUymAFejytczl8QrVyzqqT4M6dBgFwXLBCIIGL83KbSYkT76j9Tq2DJk2k0rls3f05LdRhAkygIvhWGLTYCToZ9Rxoa-BAijFGDRYYPwnYcFRrWGdjUw3dxq7fK4H8ISg4tP49lbCA/s1600/ashlynns+beast+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvTUymAFejytczl8QrVyzqqT4M6dBgFwXLBCIIGL83KbSYkT76j9Tq2DJk2k0rls3f05LdRhAkygIvhWGLTYCToZ9Rxoa-BAijFGDRYYPwnYcFRrWGdjUw3dxq7fK4H8ISg4tP49lbCA/s320/ashlynns+beast+028.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Why is it so hot not to finish your dang novel these days. I don't mean us unpublished people. I mean the Books that end with a missing chapter! (it's not a cliff hanger if you don't finish it - its not finished)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I just read Hunger Games - I obsessively do love it...don't get me wrong. But ----</span><br />
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Ok first of all - she is willing to die for Peeta Bread - then why be mean on the train. <br />
Then I wait all that time to see poor little Prim's joy and it's left out. I wait all that time to find out if Mom kept her fruitloops and nothing.<br />
Plot holes. If Peeta really wanted her to win, all he had to do was hold the knife or go pick it up - she had the will to kill him - bow notched and at his heart as he threw the weapon away. He would have seen that and given her no option. <br />
If he got cut in the leg with a sword and stung - how did he get away. If I have ya down - I am gonna go ahead and stick ya sweetheart - grin. bugs or no bugs.<br />
Peeta didn't eat any berries as he picked them? strange.<br />
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How did he ever hook up with the careers - don't care if he saved her - what did he have they felt was useful - he hadn't even had a conversation with one of them during training.<br />
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Nope I loved every moment but looked in horror at the missing last chapter. Best line of the book - "Are you here to finish me off, sweetheart." pg. 252 </div>HowLynnTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296483701993292743.post-57605998281149997942011-02-18T17:42:00.000-08:002011-02-18T17:42:26.056-08:00How do you love Lucifer?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Not the one You are thinking of -- don't think I am one of those people....lol<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlWFuF2a-uzbOJ9MtsNKMtxVG5yAKGZ00rMpRDWzUbk67rvxQ6TMVX3gSRsKpJi0DzpPbTyLO5lM5j4iQzlcUG4xqG0H0spwNiZ_8M6xn20KY5PB1iCWqBtqT2bu60r668175qon2LlU/s1600/thumbnailCAJWCAO7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlWFuF2a-uzbOJ9MtsNKMtxVG5yAKGZ00rMpRDWzUbk67rvxQ6TMVX3gSRsKpJi0DzpPbTyLO5lM5j4iQzlcUG4xqG0H0spwNiZ_8M6xn20KY5PB1iCWqBtqT2bu60r668175qon2LlU/s1600/thumbnailCAJWCAO7.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Still, the name alone is spine chilling, is it not? The most beautiful of all angels condemned for all time? The legend of the one who could not bow to humans - or was It that he loved his Father too much and could show no greater love than to refuse to bow to anyone but him? The ruler of hell? The one who let pride bring about his fall? So many stories to that name. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4or5kq7q-APf302yBI0UyRDltK9glSkjh-I4FjpZvkiTxfOcu8CO3jsfT1H2RpxgkGaB-afL3eRu24jj52l2jmJls1Vl-NaBOUC-CF7oItz2YTP8Y_O6ahDFNt5kTl5yMGTp_BkLC2Ck/s1600/thumbnailCAAM1MNI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4or5kq7q-APf302yBI0UyRDltK9glSkjh-I4FjpZvkiTxfOcu8CO3jsfT1H2RpxgkGaB-afL3eRu24jj52l2jmJls1Vl-NaBOUC-CF7oItz2YTP8Y_O6ahDFNt5kTl5yMGTp_BkLC2Ck/s1600/thumbnailCAAM1MNI.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The bringer of light.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Who could he be. Tempter... Judge....a tortured soul?</div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Why would you hate your child and cause him to be feared and reviled among the humans.</div>What could the purpose be to that?<br />
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He bows and kisses my hand with grace, violet eyes intent to read fear. <br />
"It has been so long since a living human has been brave enough to visit my realm. Who was the last Sauriel?"<br />
"Dante?" I smile watching him with equal curiosity and a false mask of courage.<br />
"and she's funny, dear father she makes sport of me? Sauriel, she is all I have heard. I am honored child."<br />
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"Lucifer we have need of your advice, have you time to share light with us?" Sauriel asks his brother kindly.<br />
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"For the two of you, I will make the time, please let us take refreshment in my office." Lucifer, pleased to have company clasps Sauriel on the shoulder and they take off, leaving me to trail behind weaving among the endless tables of hell.<br />
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He hands me a blue liquid in tiny glasses with exaggerated flute. I do not sip it, caught in some old legend of pomegranate seeds. I stare out the window, thankful that the closed door has taken away the sound of screams. A tear rolls down my cheek.<br />
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"Have you such pity for them?" Lucifer asks standing by my side. <br />
"Not for them. For those they have left behind who believe they are at peace."<br />
He nods. "But they shall be at peace someday. You do not believe hell is what folklore has made it, or you would not be here. Do you believe what they say of me?"<br />
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"No, you proved that wrong the second I got here. You bowed to me."<br />
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Lucifer smiles and I glimpse the beauty behind the sorrow that holds his face to such strict stillness. "Would you like to know, could you brave my words sweet child?'<br />
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"If I condemn myself to serve in this place, it would be better to know." I admit.<br />
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"Few souls die without some light. I am a cleanser of souls. I return the light they manage to carry here, back to my Father to be reformed and born anew, to try again."<br />
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"You do that by torture? You inflict pain and call it mercy?" I say with disdain. They call him the father of lies as well. This is a waste of my time.<br />
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"The procedure is painful, cutting the darkness from a soul, snipping the cancer before it consumes them, is not pleasant. What hope could they find if I gave up on them and let them all fall to darkness. Hell is not just a place of sorrow child. It is a place of sorrows end." Lucifer does not look at me as he explains, he does not expect me to see or be able to understand.<br />
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"You are the light bringer. You bring the light back to heaven? You save them?" It is hard to fathom what he says.<br />
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He sighs and his pale eyes lock on mine. "Standing before me, do you feel evil in me? Am I truly the wretched horror they have painted? Will you be fooled as well, by those that would control your thoughts? I do not bring destruction. Imagine if I did not exist or simply gave up on you all. Imagine the sin before you returned to the world."<br />
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"But we are all born in sin." I argue the ancient debate sure to trip him in his response.<br />
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"No you are not. Each soul is born pure and perfect. You pass sin on, fostering it and hiding it away for your children. Generation to generation, you fuel it in hatred and lies. Man breeds his own sin child. I redeem those who are not so damaged there is nothing left. I condemn myself to this ugly task out of love for you, though only fear and hatred is my reward. Am I so unspeakable? Would your world be a happier place if I did not exist? If I did not love you, as my father ask of me, would it be better?"<br />
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I meet his eyes, knowing he has revealed himself to me. Could anyone be more alone than he is? The protective frost I dipped my heart in to survive this journey, moves with a silent groan of the beginning thaw. "How do you stand it?" I whisper, no longer able to find power in my disgust of him.<br />
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Is the very subject so off limits that no man could pray to God for the soul of an Angel who has suffered for his sin? If any of the religions are true and wish to press the get out of hell free card upon us, poorly made human souls, why would the soul of any angel be of less value? Who prays for the fallen?<br />
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<ol><li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What is your favorite word?</b></span> <strong>Myth and Dominii</strong></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What is your least favorite word?</b></span> <strong>a bad word that begins with a c and No!</strong></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?</b></span> <strong>love and light given without strings and expectation.</strong></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What turns you off?</b></span> <strong>People who hate because they are told to, rather than because they have been wronged. </strong></li>
<li><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: yellow;">What is your favorite curse word?</span> </b></span> <strong>the F word...how can yo not like that word!</strong></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What sound or noise do you love?</b></span> <strong>diesel engine and the engine break going down a long grade.</strong></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What sound or noise do you hate?</b></span> <strong>that high pitched noise electronics often constantly make.</strong></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?</b></span> <strong>history teacher with special interst in Templar, Katharos and Inquisition events.</strong></li>
<li><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: yellow;">What profession would you not like to do?</span></strong> <span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">literary agent - it would be toooo hard</span></span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> </span></li>
<li><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates<span style="font-size: large;">?</span></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"> Go to hell... and pick anyone you would like to give a get-out-of-hell-for-free card. Here is stack of them to start you off.</span></li>
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<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://beck-nicholas.blogspot.com/2011/02/couples-magic.html"><span style="color: #2288bb;">Couples magic...</span></a> </h3><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content">Each week, <a href="http://www.yahighway.com/"><span style="color: #57609b;">YA Highway</span></a> hosts Road Trip Wednesday, a blog carnival in which contributors discuss a topic on their blogs and invite readers to do the same. This week's RTW topic is:<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Who are your favorite literary couples?</span></strong><span style="font-size: medium;">You know -- the ones you like by themselves, but LOVE together!</span><b><br />
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I started out just doing it so the kids would have a neighbor to get the daily presents for the stupid little farms they talked about all the time. I was one of those people who thought it was the biggest waste of time in the world. They were discussing Squash Mastery and rushing home to harvest things they will not eat! Then I started trying to catch up with friends.....and before I knew what was happening, my farm was full of adorable computer blips. I joined the forums and got invited into the Pink Patch Club for breeders of RARE computer blips. There were golden Eggs to snag and calfs to breed and then the horses started changing colors and you could give your friends foals! <br />
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I visit friends and catch up with old high school people by sprinkling sparkles on their computer blip veggies. I nearly stopped playing as I began writing like a demon, then it snowed. I have spent the last 4 days finishing buildings, and putting my new pink stallion in the barn 60 times a day so i can afford to EXPAND....and helping the kids get all their blips caught up. <br />
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So I was told that I am at my limit of computer blips for the day. I am mad. Do What? Wait, I was doing something important when I got sucked into my farm again. Oh yeah....writing. I have 3 books going that I can't type fast enough on....and what am I doing? Farmville? <br />
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Oh my gosh.....that game is evil.....It is a temptation. It is eating my pages as surly as I am growing giant bubble gum trees and won a unicorn by spending an unholy amount of money on blips that I don't want. Why oh Why must I have that new Disco ball tree and why have I watched facebook like a vulture hoping to score a Rainbow egg? Cause It is a brain sucking activity and I must be out of my mind.<br />
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Tomorrow I am back to my cave. Farmville will have to live without me once again because I can either be a writer or I can breed computer blips and hoard cartoon trees.<br />
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I have found my writers Block and it's name is Farmville.<br />
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I cast thee out demon game for you shall tempt me no more. . . . . . . is that valentine mini foal still there....click......YES...I got it....hehehehehehe. Let's see if I move the greenhouse and those trees and delete that plot, I can put them right.....there....Uh oh. Updates? did You say they have updates? <br />
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