Monthly Archives: April 2012

Totaling My Car in Saving a Life

I saw something in the backyard that looked strange so I went to check it out. I wasn’t all that surprised when I found a dead possum. Our weeny dog’s life mission is to hunt and kill. We didn’t train him that way, it’s just in his genes I guess. The possum was definitely dead, but I noticed it move only slightly- it’s stomach anyway. Then I heard a strange sound, like air spraying suddenly and breifly. For some reason I felt like I should roll it over. And underneath I found 3 live babies., so tiny their eyes weren’t even open and their bodies had no hair. They looked almost nothing like their mother had. A repairmen was over, fixing our A/C, and came into the backyard at that moment. Feeling a little helpless I started telling him what I found and asked him what he thought I should do. He said I should stamp on them until they were all dead. There was nothing else I could do. But I couldn’t have done that if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I picked up my weeny dog to make sure he didn’t kill them, ran into the house, and started looking on the internet for what to do. Apparently possums are marsupials so they carry their young in a pouch like a kangeroo does. I felt awful about what happened and called an animal shelter. They referred me to someone who could help me. I got all three babies to her and she asked if there were more. I told her I didn’t see any others and she said I should check inside the pouch. Possums can have a dozen babies at a time and it would have been unusual for there to have only been 3. There were no more inside of the mother’s pouch (and looking was terrifying for me), but after walking around my backyard, I found several more that appeared to have crawled out of their mother’s pouch and kept going until they died from heat or exhaustion. But then I heard that strange sound again and looked under a bush to find a sole survivor. I couldn’t let it die. So I got back into my car and drove the 30 minutes or so to get it to the woman who could save its life. On the way my car was hit and totaled out. We were out in the country and a few people stopped to make sure we were okay. One man took the baby the 2 miles to the wildlife shelter and then came back to tell me it got there safely.

My question for you is do you think that saving that little life was worth totaling a car over?

long day

Finally, I couldn’t post anything on WordPress yesterday or the day before. Things were really crazy yesterday with one kid sick and another having a birthday so I didn’t get to write anything. Hopefully today will be better.

So I’ve come up with a safe critique group where I know no one is going to steal my work. It’s made up of family members who aren’t afraid to be honest about what they think. I’m excited. They’re excited.

I love Writer’s Digest. It’s really informative, but everything costs money. I’m afraid to spend any when nothing is guaranteed. I don’t know if I’ll learn something that I’ll definitely use you know.

What’s everyone’s favorite holiday?

Teen Romance and Dog Poll

I’m officially writing teen romance now. And it’s so fun. I’ve always wished I could go back and redo my teen years. I didn’t appreciate or take advantage of them the way I could have. So writing about them is fun. I get to focus on reading and understanding them and it almost feels like being one. I’m happy to be moving to this new genre. Hopefully things will go better with this one.

So I posted a poll on facebook: What’s your favorite breed of dog?

here’s what people said: great dane, german shephard, rottweiler, doberman, NOT PUG, boston terrier, yorkie, and porkie (1/2 poodle, 1/2 yorkie)

So out of these slim results it looks like yorkie’s are the favorite with 1 and 1/2 votes, and pugs are the least favorite with a -1 vote.

Pugs are my favorite by far!

Giveaways

I just found a bunch of giveaway contests at writersdigest.com so be sure and check them out.  You just have to go to each article and comment at the bottem.  A winner will be chosen at random.  The best one is where you get a chance to get a free query edit.  Let me know if this was helpful.

Also-I’d like to know everyone’s favorite dog breed.  I love pugs!!

Mixed up poem, need advice

I want to join a critique group but I’m worried about somebody stealing my work.  Does anyone have any advice?

Here’s another poem.  The promt was to write about something mixed up. 

Happy Hurting

She wants to go
She wants to Stay
He keeps hurting her
But then always makes her feel that Way
The way that makes her heavy heart Sing
And every sound so happy Ring
She knows that he will hurt her Again
Leave her behind to be with his Friends
But the heart, it has a mind of it’s Own
Leaving all reason forgotten, Alone
So the hurt will continue
Because without him she would Hurt so much Worse

At Last He’s Here (poem

At Last He’s Here

The end is finally here
The end of work
The end of school
The end of- “How will I pay the bills?”

The end of too cold… too hot…
The end of sickness… disease… suffering…
The end of pain… loss… devastation…
The end of death

And he is here
Life eternal
His Second Coming
Joyful for some, Torment for others
My Savior and yours
Jesus Christ… Finally… He is here

New Story?

No I’m thinking about giving up the old story and starting a new one.  After studying and reading I can see how amature the old one is, and I’m not sure I can repair it.  So it’s exciting to think of all the possibilities for characters and events in a new story, but what if it’s just a waste of time?  Getting published as a first time auther is SO hard!  How do you keep the despair from seeping in and forcing hope away?
 
 
Here’s another poem:
 
Something Dreaded
 
Creating the idea
and writing it down
Will it be good enough this time?
 
Characters… conflict… description
Will it be enough?
 
The endless possibilities
It could be here or there
It could be great or terrible
 
Excitement… greater dread

City VS Forest

Here’s the poem I wrote today:

City VS Forest

The noise of the city never sleeps

The pavement and buildings are always filled with a sea of citizens

The threat of pickpockets could be anywhere

And murder in the dark alleyway is never a surprise

Skyscrapers

Crime

Smog

Hectic

Manmade

But in the forest there is peace

The wind and water rush by in their comforting way

The crickets sing you to sleep each night

The trees and the animals and the insects are the citizens here

Ancient, Mountainous Trees

Fresh Air

Safety

Beauty

Natural

 

I’ve been thinking about writing a teen romance instead of an adult romance.  Any advice on which is better and why?

more poems

More poems below.  The prompt for the first one was a conversation (I think).  This one’s silent.  Forgot a title

Walking up to the checkout counter
I see the man of my dreams
My heart flutters and I have to catch my breath
as I watch that perfect smile turn to face me
My mouth opens to speak
but nothing comes out
My eyes dart all over him
taking him in
trying to find something to say
But the rest of him is just as perfect as that smile
Words continue to fail me

Fear and attraction

I pull my hair behind my ears
I adjust my purse on my shoulder
and scratch the back of one leg with the foot of the other
I open my mouth to speak to him again
but still nothing comes

You know what I’m saying?

 

The All Important Shirt

I’m supposed to be sorry for forgetting to wash your shirt while you were at work today?
Well consider this:
I scrubbed the toilet and bathtub you use everyday.
I cleaned, swept, mopped, and vacuumed.
I made lunches, did dishes, and I’m trying to get dinner on the table for you right now.
I’ve taken the kids to soccer practice, done the grocery shopping, and searched for half an hour for Milly’s lost toy.
I paid the bills and took the baby to the doctor.
I’ve changed diapers and listened to endless crying all… day… long.
Over the last week I’ve spent endless hours helping with homework assignments.
I haven’t stopped to read a book or take a nap in months,
but you kick up your feet and watch TV everyday when you get home from work…
nothing to worry about since I take care of it all.
But okay, I’m sorry I forgot about your all important shirt.
It will be on the top of my priority list from now on.

 

100% Scream!!! 

Something’s crawling on my arm, so I look down, I can’t see it, but it’s there,

so I brush it away.

Something’s crawling on my neck, I can’t see it, but it’s there,

so I brush it away.

Something crawling on my cheek, oh why won’t it go away?

I reach up to wipe it off.

Slapping myself in the face, I wake up from the strange dream.

Something’s crawling on my hand, so I look down.

I see the biggest cockroach I’ve ever seen in my life crawling on my hand.

AAAHHHHH!!!

Gothic Soul Trapped 

Under gray, noonday sky I walk

   to the old cathedral

The only thing standing out against the gray

   is the black we all wear

The only sound I hear

   is the steady footsteps of the dark figures moving about

As the clouds begin to weep

   I put my black umbrella over my head

A mother passes by me on the street

   her dejected child walks two paces behind her

   keeping in step with her ill looking mother

For a moment I wonder how my mother is doing

   locked away in the attack

   in the attick, where the insane always arrive and remain

The stone steps move under my feet

   I pause before the cathedral door and look up at the gargoyle just above my head

   as I have so many times before

But this time it reaches out for me

   its open jaws thunder as they come for me

The stone has broken away and eaten my life

   but I cannot see the light

Under the bright, sun washed sky

   I walk to the cathedral

I’ve made my way there every day

   for hundreds of years

Surrounded by noise and light and joy

   I envy the souls who are not there

   the ones who have moved on

   and could remember the world the way it was….

   dark, lonely, sedated

 

more poems

More poems below.  The prompt for the first one was a conversation (I think).  This one’s silent.  Forgot a title

Walking up to the checkout counter
I see the man of my dreams
My heart flutters and I have to catch my breath
as I watch that perfect smile turn to face me
My mouth opens to speak
but nothing comes out
My eyes dart all over him
taking him in
trying to find something to say
But the rest of him is just as perfect as that smile
Words continue to fail me

Fear and attraction

I pull my hair behind my ears
I adjust my purse on my shoulder
and scratch the back of one leg with the foot of the other
I open my mouth to speak to him again
but still nothing comes

You know what I’m saying?

 

The All Important Shirt

I’m supposed to be sorry for forgetting to wash your shirt while you were at work today?
Well consider this:
I scrubbed the toilet and bathtub you use everyday.
I cleaned, swept, mopped, and vacuumed.
I made lunches, did dishes, and I’m trying to get dinner on the table for you right now.
I’ve taken the kids to soccer practice, done the grocery shopping, and searched for half an hour for Milly’s lost toy.
I paid the bills and took the baby to the doctor.
I’ve changed diapers and listened to endless crying all… day… long.
Over the last week I’ve spent endless hours helping with homework assignments.
I haven’t stopped to read a book or take a nap in months,
but you kick up your feet and watch TV everyday when you get home from work…
nothing to worry about since I take care of it all.
But okay, I’m sorry I forgot about your all important shirt.
It will be on the top of my priority list from now on.