Update: Writer Wednesday #BlogHop Kick-Off (November 26, 2014)

​With Thanksgiving this week, things got a bit hectic and I have to applause Debb for doing such a wonderful job this week with the hop.  What with one of our hostesses on sabbatical, another just having another baby and dealing with medical issues there, and myself up to my eyeballs in helping [disabled] hubby out with cooking & such to prepare for Mexican-style Thanksgiving tonight and then a more traditional Turkey-dinner on Friday.  Please keep all of our lovely hostesses in your thoughts and prayers.  I know there is a lot going on all around, with health & medical issues.

follow-up to last week's blog hop prompts
follow-up to last week’s blog hop prompts

Hello everyone, and happy Thanksgiving week! ‘Tis a good time to be thankful! I would like to mention the gratefulness I have for (to name but a few) my fellow blog hop hostesses and the writers who grace our pages with their delightful stories. And my oh my, I was so impressed by Heather’s photo prompt last week that I knew I wanted to write for it; but my current editing assignments took over. No entry from Mrs. Stanton this week. 😦
Here are some wonderful reading options for you from last week’s prompts:

Do you have a burning desire to participate in the blog hop? There is a little matter of rules…we’d like to hear from you, but please follow the rules in order to make this fun and fair for all.
I will post the rules for using the two picture type of prompt, which I am using this week.

1) Use the photos to write a 500-word story; both photos must be a feature in the brief story you create. We aren’t counting, but for the fairness of the readers please, no 1000+ word entries.

2) The photos must be visible in your blog post.

3) Photos are the property of the hostess for the week, unless otherwise mentioned. Please do not share photos as your own.

4) In order to honor the community-purpose of the blog hop, we ask that you please reference the blog hop in your post (you can even display the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop badge if you desire) so your blog audience and the blog hop community may all be connected.

5) WHERE TO SEND YOUR STORY HAS CHANGED, JUST FOR THIS WEEK. I AM NOT ABLE TO GET THE CODE FOR THE BLUE FROGGY, SO PLEASE JUST SHOOT ME AN EMAIL TO: stantonsunshine@gmail.net WITH YOUR NAME, NAME OF YOUR BLOG, AND YOUR STORY, AND I WILL GET IT TO THE OTHER HOSTESSES NEXT WEEK. THANK YOU!

If you have any questions or need any help don’t hesitate to contact one of the hop hosts: Tena, Debb, or Heather (our fourth host Leanne is on a sabbatical due to health concerns and we ask that you continue to keep her in your prayers for complete recovery and return to full health). DO NOT USE THE BLUE FROGGY THIS WEEK BUT INSTEAD SEND YOUR NAME, NAME OF YOUR BLOG, AND YOUR STORY TO stantonsunshine@gmail.com.
Okay, okay, I can hear you say, “Come on with the prompts already!” 🙂 Let me just say: the picture on the left is pretty traditional for this time of year, but your story does not have to be about the holiday of Thanksgiving. The picture on the right was chosen for its uniqueness (and out of my curiosity to see how you blend the themes of the two pictures). 🙂
grace-familyIMG_12586dPhoto credits: public domain free photo searches on the Internet

Is There A Cure For Writer’s Block?? (Funny)

Ever have those days where nothing you do seems to get the “creative juices” flowing. Where even walk or bike ride fails to kick start things?

Saw this comic in, I think it was, last Sunday’s paper. Thought it was pretty funny and had to share with all you “writer” type folks.

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To see more on The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn, click on link: http://www.theargylesweater.com

Running For Her Life – My #WWBH Story (November 19, 2014)

Her denim skirt whipped around legs, at times so tight she thought she might fall in a heap in the ground.  But somehow she found the strength to keep going, to keep running.  She couldn’t stop.  Not when stopping  meant falling victim to the trap that had been set for her.  Not when it could mean her very life.   She felt as if the whole galaxy was closing in on her as she struggled for each little step, for each little breath.  Her legs ached, her lungs ached, hell every atom in her body ached. The saltiness of her tears stung her eyes so that it was difficult to see.  But she kept on – one step at a time  second after second, minute after minute.  How long she had no idea.  Time ceased to mean anything any longer.  All that mattered was running.  Running until she found the safety of old magician.  The one that lived along the waters edge.  No one knew his exact abode.  No one had ever seen it.  She only knew that it he lived there and that she must find him if she was to have any chance of being safe again.

Approaching the water’s edge, she kept her eyes open.  Not wanting to make a sound to call out until she was certain the magician was nearby.  Calling out her name would draw attention to herself.  Something she couldn’t afford not until she knew the magician was nearby  and close enough to be of assistance.  Then, suddenly, she saw something.  Two small glimmers of light that skimmed and bounced along the waters edge.  At times coming almost next to each other, at others flying apart as if they might go in totally opposite directions.  It was now that she called out to the magician.  Her voice just barely above whisper and even that rang loud in her ears, her fear so great.  The 2 glimmers of light bounced around in their erratic way.  Again she called, slightly louder…  As loud as she dared.  Her breath caught in her throat.  The two glimmers of light began to merge together, becoming a larger light that grew and grew until they illuminated into that of a elderly man.  She wondered briefly if she had made a mistake.  How could this decrepit looking old man be of any help to her when her very life was in danger.  What could he do except maybe some magic?!?  She hoped it would be enough, for he was her last hope.  Her only hope.  She watched in disbelief as he was once again illuminated in a bright light, seeming to disappear into it.  Only to appear once more…  As a knight might on a white steed.

The story above was written for the WWBH challenge dated November 19, 2014 and was  inspired by the following picture:

Photo Credit HJ Musk

Using the following 5 (required) words

  • salt
  • galaxy x
  • denim x
  • trap x
  • magician x

I Really Need to Read More Carefully – Mondays Finish the Story

I’m back again for another round of “Mondays Finish the Story

This week the picture of inspiration is:

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 “When I rented the room, I did not think it would be this one!”
When I rented the room, I didn’t think it would be this one.  That’s not what I was led to believe when I read the the advertisement in the newspaper.  I should have read more carefully.  I thought it said
Quaint roomy building on 5 acre lot w/ gorgeous view.
Instead it had read:
Quaint building for storage on 5 acre lot.  Gorgeous view.
Ohhh well…  At least theirs a gorgeous view and I can use it as a place to write.  And the little “room” will be perfect place to store my writing stuff when not there writing.

(First) Author Interview with Brenda Perlin

Came up with a new thing to add to my blog repertoire.  Once a month I will be doing an Author Interview.  As much as possible, I will try to make it so the author interview will correlate with the Thursday Review posted the month prior.  I am working, also, on interviews with authors whose books I already reviewed and will be fitting them in.

I had originally hoped to maybe have my first “interview” be with author Jane Carroll to correlate with my Thursday Review on Bertha-Size Your Life (done earlier this month), but I don’t seem to have the answers I yet (or have misplaced said email)…  On second thought I’m thinking that may actually be a good thing since the author interview would/should be in the month following that of the Thursday Review (make any sense?  No?  That’s okay)….

So, to get the ball rolling so to speak, I thought I’d do my first “Author Interview on an equally wonderful author whose book was the first one I reviewed –  Ty The Bull, written by Brenda Perlin.

Tell the readers when it was that you first know you wanted to be a writer and why? What, or what events, decided this journey for you?

I never planned on being a writer but my mom always wanted to be a journalist or columnist, as she called it. When I was young I wrote short stories and then when I was a teen I began writing for fun on napkins in coffee shops. It felt very freeing sitting there amongst strangers spilling out my guts. I only decided to start writing my memoirs when I was getting pressure to do something with my life from my husband. This was my way of doing ‘something’.

My mom was never able to fulfill her dream so in some way a part of me is doing this for her.

What Inspires your writing?

These days I really do need to feel inspired. Not like the old days when I would just sit there until the words came. Now I write when I am processing something. A light bulb needs to go off before the words flow. If I were more disciplined I would write everyday, the way I used to. There is nothing better than when the words come together like pieces of a puzzle. It’s the best feeling!

What do you like to do while you are writing to help you write (other than writing)?  Do you have a favorite beverage to drink while writing?

I do need to be comfortable. I can’t be cold or without some kind of a drink. I drink tea or water usually and having sucking candies by my side. I like to write with music on just as much as I like writing with complete silence. When I am in the zone it doesn’t much matter. 

What advice would you give to those who think they might want to be a writer?  And also to those who already know and have just started out on the journey of writing?

I would tell them that they should not change things in their writing to please anyone else but themselves. You will never please everyone so it is best to be true to who you are. Another big piece of advice I would give is to tell them to seek out a good editor. Too many Indie writers put out books that are sloppy and unprofessional. Your reputation is at stake and people are not so forgiving. I believe we all need editors so it is nothing personal.

If they are considering a publisher I would tell them to make sure they have an attorney read over the contract before they sign anything. My first experience with a publisher was a disaster and I had to fight my way out of a bad SEVEN year contract. 

Tell us a little bit about the very first book you wrote (or remember writing).  Briefly, what was it about  and why/what made you decide to write it?

The first story I ever remember writing was in grade school called Alexandria the Great. It was about an outcast. It seems I relate to that subject even to this day. All my books deal with outcasts, rejects or people being bullied.

Tell us about the latest book you wrote.  Briefly, what was it about and why/what made you decide to write it.  Also what makes this book different, in your mind, than your first book.

My latest book is the last book in my Brooklyn and Bo Chronicles called Fractured Vows which is based on my boyfriend’s life. It is his coming-of-age story and then deals with the obstacles he had to endure while trying to get out of a bad marriage. And a struggle it was!

It is the first book that I have written from a males point of view. It’s the only book in the trilogy that is not based on my life. That made it a bit more difficult since I am not a fiction writer. I had to work hard to get this story out and keep it as factual as possible. That was not such an easy task. 😉

Anything else you want to add that I didnt ask about?

Recently I wrote a short story called Alex the Mutt: From Death Row to Cozy Home. This was the kind of story that I wrote where the light bulb was going off in my head. I had the idea and the story was pretty much written in less than an hour. This came out of the blue but I knew I had to get this story out and as it happened, within a short period of time I released it amazon.com. The subject of rescuing animals in need is very dear to my heart and that is where the passion part took over. Now my biggest obstacle is how to market this book. More than anything I want people to read it who don’t realize that you don’t need to go to a breeder or pet store to find the dog of your dreams.

Where can people connect with you? 

Amazon Author page

Website for Brenda Perlin

Website for Blossoming Press

Blog:  BrooklynAndBo

Goodreads

Google +

Twitter:  BrooklynandBo

Facebook Pages:

Blossoming Press

Alex the Mutt

Ty the Bull

Brooklyn and Bo Chronicles

Book Trailers:

Shattered Reality (Brooklyn and Bo Chronicles: Book One)

Burnt Promises (Brooklyn and Bo Chronicles: Book Two) 

Fractured Vows (Brooklyn and Bo Chronicles: Book Three)

Ty the Bull

Alex the Mutt: From Death Row to Cozy Home

 

Thank you to your readers for taking the time to check this out and to you Tena for being kind enough to want to share my story. 🙂

 

Writer Wednesday #BlogHop Kick-Off (November 19, 2014)

I’m sorry to be running late in the day putting this out.  I don’t have any excuses to give…  Just one of those days.  This week our host is Heather and, like she says, “We’d all love to read your stories” – A side note of my own.  I thoroughly enjoy reading the stories that people write and the little nuances of themselves and their lives they put in the stories.  I look forward to the same in yours.

Now to Heather……

Hello to all on this fine Wednesday, I hope the past week has been kind.

As I sit and write this it’s 6 o’clock in the morning and all is peaceful. The babies and my husband are still fast asleep, it’s dark outside and I have the side lamps on. It’s this time of day that I enjoy, that I get to collect my thoughts before the bustle of the day begins. It doesn’t always last long so I have to make the most of it, once the littlies are up that peace is shattered.

Still, I wouldn’t be without them 😉

http://readingwritingeverything-heather.blogspot.co.uk/p/writer-wednesday-blog-hop.html

And, seeing as it’s Wednesday, how about a fresh prompt to keep you going through the week?

Here are the stories from last week, spawned from one picture and five words. I hope they give you inspiration to have a go yourself:

 
The Will to Serve by Debb Stanton
 
The Service by Sally
So, if you’re new to the blog hop, why not be encouraged by these wonderful stories, and try your own hand at it. We’d all love to read and share whatever you have to offer.
As a little reminder, here are the rules:
1) Use the photo(s) and prompt to write a 500-word story; all elements
of the prompt must be a feature in the brief story you create. We aren’t
counting, but for the fairness of the readers please, no 1000+ word
entries.
2) The Photo(s) must be visible in your blog post and where 1 photo/5
words is the theme, the 5 words MUST be clearly referenced in your
story. Variations on a word are allowed within reason (for example:
adding s, ed, ing to the word to be grammatically correct); but creating
a new, unrelated, word is not. (To see an example of a “1 photo/5 word” story see Faith, Hope, Love, and Pink by one of our hosts, Debb Stanton.)
3) Photos are the property of the hostess for the week, unless otherwise
mentioned. Please Do Not share photos and/or prompt words as your own.
4) In order to honor the community-purpose of the blog hop, we ask that
you please reference the blog hop in your post so your blog audience and
the blog hop community may all be connected.
5) Link your story through the blue froggy at bottom by the following
Tuesday (direct link to story, not your whole blog, please).
And now to the good stuff, the prompts for this week:
salt, galaxy, denim, trap, magician
Have fun, and don’t forget to sign up your story once you’re finished!

The Value of Hard Work and Life – My #WWBH Story (November 12, 2014)

The picture for this week was:

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Courtesy of Wikipedia

And the 5 Required Words:

  • Footloose
  • Inherit
  • Genuflect
  • Stun
  • Audacious

and my short story……

Jonathon held the folded flag respectfully in his lap as the bugle played ‘TAPS’.  His thoughts were, with genuflect, on those who had died – Giving their lives for their country.  He thought of his comrades who had died years ago when he himself was in the service and all who had sacrificed their lives after his tour of duty was over.  Even now nearly half a century later he didn’t understand why so many of his comrades had to die while he had gone on to live a full and prosperous life.

So many of his comrades had had their whole lives ahead of them and  yet they were taken from the world too soon.  It was part of war and he had accepted it as such, but he hadn’t liked it – then or now.    Jonathon recalled the days before the war, before being thrust into adulthood.  The days when he was “Footloose and Fancy Free”.  Even in those days, however, children were raised to be respectful to their elders and to all service personnel and were raised to value hard work and appreciate the value of life.

He was stunned to see that these days that respect just didn’t exist like it use to.   He didn’t say anything as some young whippersnapper (about the same age as himself when he was enlisted in the army) was audacious enough to set their booted foot upon his chair, just inches from the flag he held.  Jonathon wanted to reach over and cuff the lad on the ear but he held his hand, and his tongue, knowing it would do little good.  You just couldn’t get through to these kids many of which had life handed to them on silver platters.

Even with the little bit of an inheritance he had received from his grandparents an inheritance they had worked hard to save up for him, he had had to struggle to make a decent start in life.  No,he thought to himself sadly, kids these days just didn’t know the meaning of true sacrifice and hard work.  They didn’t know or understand how valuable life truly was.  Didn’t appreciate the freedoms they had or those who had died that they might enjoy those freedoms they took for granted.

Check out the other stories submitted by clicking on froggy below (and if you hurry you can submit your own story – you have till this evening.  If not mistaken, our next host is Heather at Reading, Writing, Inbetween.

#Throwbackthursday Blogpost

In keeping with throwback thursday, I thought I’d go in each week and randomly choose an old blogpost to share.

This week I have a “Sunday Photo Fiction” story:

https://tainiwrites.wordpress.com/2014/08/31/sunday-photo-fiction/

An Alien Invasion. Really?!? – Mondays Finish the Story

Back, once again, for another Finish the Story Monday (or Mondays Finish the Story) – My story follows.

Here’s the photo:
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And the sentence to get us started:

“Would anyone know if there truly was an alien invasion?”

“Would anyone know if there truly was an alien invasion.”  Who knows,  But if you ask me I think the humans that walk this planet are about as bad.  I mean they fight and worry about the craziest things.  Like an alien invasion…  I mean really?!?  Or worrying about the style of clothing.  I mean there’s certainly more important things to worry about.  Like finding food for instance, or shelter.  These things that aren’t found easy for me.  I have to search long and hard to find them.  There certainly isn’t time to worry about some silly alien invasion.

A Bad Call- A #DailyPrompt Story

This story was inspired by today’s Daily Post Prompt:  Trio No. 4

The story  must include the following: a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning.

So here’s my story….

It was a crisp winter morning with just a light dusting of snow on the ground.  So little that it shouldn’t have been all that difficult to drive the roads, not if one drove slowly and carefully and took their time.  But, to add to the already treacherousness of the snow was the fact that the snow covered a thin layer of ice that had formed on the streets over night.    That just added a whole new level of  danger to the equation of driving…  Still, the roads weren’t entire impassable  as long as one took there time and drove with extra caution.

….  The tones went off.  Jason and Alan jumped up  and ran for the ambulance, Jason bringing the mouthpiece of his walkie-talkie up to this mouth as he ran.

“Unit 753 responding”

“Roger, Unit 753,” The Dispatcher said into the radio, You’ll be responding code 3 to an Motor Vehicle Accident at the corner of Brently Rd and Smithson  Map C5″

As soon as they were in the ambulance, Alan started up the rig while Jason radioed for further information.  The information that was relayed back to them  was that it was a multi car collision.  Apparently one of the cars had been speeding and ran a red light T-Boning another car sending it careening across the intersection and into a third car.

Jason looked over to his partner who was listening to the relay of information that was coming over the mic.  This was going to be a bad one, really bad.

He hadn’t been wrong in his assessment of how bad the call was going to be.  As soon as they drove up, Jason could see that both cars were a tangled mess.  Firefighters were already on scene working on the extrication process of both drivers.  It wasn’t until they had gotten out of the ambulance that they realized there was yet another victim  a young pedestrian who had been crossing the street at the time.

Thankfully the car that had been the furthest from the speeding car had suffered little damage and in fact the driver and her daughter were able to walk away relatively untouched.    One of the firefighter/EMTs had checked them over and, after a quick check by Alan, it was decided they would be okay to go home without a need for hospital transport.  Alan had, of course, read them usual spiel  “any unusual symptoms they should go straight to ER or call 9-1-1”

The other to drivers (who thankfully had not had anyone else in the car with them) had not been quite so lucky.  The driver that had been t-boned had been extremely lucky.  just a few more inches forward from where he had been hit the outcome could have been much different.  Even still  he was in bad condition and definitely would require a ride to the hospital.  The driver of the speeding car was  in much worse shape and considered critical.

The last victim of the accident had been the worse…  Being the senior paramedic on scene, Jason was given the task of pronouncing on scene.  The injuries were such that there was complete incompatibility with life.  Nothing could be done.  Jason radioed in for final approval to pronounce then carefully  covered the body.    As bad as he felt he was most sorry for the person who would have to make the phone call to the family of the young pedestrian.  As bad as the driver of the speeding car was injured, he could only hope that there didn’t end up being a second phone call to be made as a result of the accident.