Years ago, I sat down and asked my grandma a whole bunch of questions, and recorded the answers. I'm finally getting around to sharing it with you. If you are anything like me, you've heard a lot of stories, but they got so complicated I wasn't sure I understood them right. This is my attempt to understand the life of my wonderful grandmother. Enjoy!
It's a short one today! My kids are waiting to be tucked in. We'll continue where we left off...
Boy, you did move a lot.
I moved a heck of a lot.
Where in California did you live?
Mostly around Los Angeles. East Los Angeles is where the high school was, which is--now, well you can't even get into it. It's the--There were a lot of Mexicans there when I went to school there, but now it's the hell-hole of California. East LA--been on television (this must have been transcribed around 1999, to give you some sense of what Grandma is talking about.) They've done lots of shows about it. It's a slummy area, and a scary area.
Was it like that when you were growing up? Oh no. I worked during junior high school, or during my school years, at W. Woolworth Company upstairs in the office about six blocks from home and I never thought about walking. I mean it was just as safe as anything was in those years. During high school I worked at W. Woolworth's. I was upstairs in the office and I helped in the office. I did the machines, you know, the cash registers and just general office work upstairs. I wrote to my boss for years and years after I was married--well, we exchanged Christmas cards every year. And all of a sudden I didn't get any Christmas cards from him. I mean this was even after your dad was born. So I worked up there til after I was graduated and I thought I just didn't want to work there anymore. I was tired of it.
So then what did you do?
I worked other jobs, but mostly office. I always did office. Even in high school I took mainly typing, shorthand and office practice and business correspondence. Then you didn't have to go to typical college or anything. In high school you decided if you wanted to go to college and you took math and all those kinds of things, which I didn't take...(At this point we start talking about other things for a while.)
When you were a child, what did you do for fun?
I remember one time--I don't remember what grade I was in. I had a girlfriend, her name was Jeanie and I had a bicycle--oh my dad had promised me a bicycle, but he didn't buy it for me, my mother did. I remember getting this bicycle...in fact I have a picture of me with Ray_______--the one my mother didn't marry, and a little Chow dog--Pheobe. I still remember Pheobe and the bicycle and the picture. And we lived somewhere near the big, big, big, big (of course it might not be that bit) but I remember they had the colloseum and the museum--it sort of reminds me of when I went to San Fransisco--that big park there--where they had all the different museums--Candlestick Park. Anyway I remember we used to ride around the Colloseum and go to the museum--go downstairs to get to the museum all the mummies and there was a flower garden. Anyway, I remember we used to ride around on our bikes for hours. We used to have three little Mexican girlfriends. Well, I had one, and she had two sisters. I stayed with them for sleepovers and stuff. Their mother used to make tortillas you know, and stuff like that.
(Right here there was a spot on the tape that I couldn't understand, but I do remember talking about how they didn't have any good tortillas in Utah for years and years, and how much she missed real Mexican food when she first moved.)
So you asthma wasn't triggered by exercise?
No. My dad had asthma, and I guess I inherited it that way. He had asthma and he used to smoke cigerettes. I don't know. I took the tests, you know where they scratch your back and the only thing that showed up was barley. You know, so I tried some--my mother tried barley soup and barley doesn't bother me. Cigerette smoke bothers me and dust bothers me terrible. I think probably a lot of stress at different times would bring it on. And I don't know about when I was little, but as I got older, stress brought it on. And then I was never allergic to horses--we had horses here in Heber, but when the horse would wheat--I could pet them and do everything, but if a horse sneezes on me, I would break out. And real sweaty horses. I didn't find out til later when that's all we had was horses, but they have to sneeze on me or be real sweaty. Anyway, now I pretty well don't have asthma, they say you outgrow it, which I thought I did outgrow it. I didn't have too much asthma when I was in high school and then I got it again after I was married. The first attsack I had in a long time your grandpa didn't even know I had asthma. I remember we had bought a house there in California--it was real old and smelly place and damp and I had an attack and had to go to the hospital and that was the first he'd heard of it.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
My Grandma Part 2
Years ago, I sat down and asked my grandma a whole bunch of questions, and recorded the answers. I'm finally getting around to sharing it with you. If you are anything like me, you've heard a lot of stories, but they got so complicated I wasn't sure I understood them right. This is my attempt to understand the life of my wonderful grandmother. Enjoy!
Vaughan was a friend. He was an older man and she took care of him more or less.
My dad--Larry--well, first of all he remarried a lady named Ida and they had a baby. I remember going to their house and seeing the little baby. I think my dad was a lady's man and a gambler. Anyway, they divorced and then when I was in about the sixth grade we were living in Vaughan's house and my dad came, and he was getting married to Ruby, and she had two children. My mother kept the two children--Buster and Marie while they went on their honeymoon, except they stayed for a couple of years. I'm not sure how long. I must have been in the sixth grade. Buster was only about three and he couldn't talk very well. We couldn't understand him very well, I should say.
Marie was about five and neither of them went to school. 3 & 5. Little Buster was so cute--well Marie was pretty too, but we remembered for years afterwards when we'd say "there is is" he'd say "did a bum". There is is. Did a bum. That was his "there it is."
So mother tended my dad's third wives children, and then he was killed.
Did she come and take the kids? Yes.
Was that hard?
Yes. It was. Everybody was like--I mean everybody--friends and the whole family. Everybody just loved them. I don't remember her actually coming and getting them and taking them away, but she did. I must have been at school or something, because I don't remember her actually taking the kids, but I know we just loved them. That's just how your great grandmother was.
What special quality do you remember about your mother?
That everybody loved her. She made friends so easy. I mean my girlfriends, my old boyfriends--they were like her children and she lived her life for me. I mean she was always--that's all there was, just mother and I. But she made friends so easy. She made friends with anybody she met. She was an outgoing person. But, when she moved up to Heber--she knows more people in Heber than I ever knew living there for as long as I lived there. Everybody always liked her. I envy her. She was so outgoing and made friends so easy.
You know, she lived a pretty hard life. She was a waitress from the time she was 16 until she got emphysema when she was 80. She was waitressing right up until then. In fact, I think she said she was 13 the first time she waitressed. She was a waitress all her life.
Even in Heber?
Oh yes. Even in Heber. The doctors and everything. Dr. Bogess. She was an outspoken person. She tells the story--Dr. Bogess tells this story. She worked at The Hub and Dr. Bogess and Dr. Jenson used to come in all the time and sit and have coffee for two or three hours sometimes and never leave her a tip and yet, "Hey! Bring me another cup of coffee! Hey!" So she said that after a couple of months of them coming in every day, finally she blew her top and she finally had it with him. She told him off. "You sit here and order me around!" Well, I don't know just what she said, but anyway, she called him an SOB right there in the cafe. She said, "You never leave a tip" and they were just dumbfounded.
She got it off her chest and every time they came in after that they would leave a tip, believe me. And Dr. Bogess was a good friend of Boyd's--your grandpa, and he had to tell him--he didn't know that she was related to us, and when he found out, cause she told Boyd, she told us about telling doctor's off, and when Dr. Bogess found out she was my mother, he had to tell the story. "You know, I never thought about it til she told me. You know we sit here, and take up the table" and so forth. But he got a kick out of it anyway. And he came to her funeral. He said, "I'll never forget it. I was never so embarassed in my life! But it was true. It just dawned on me--she waits onus!" but anyway. that was the kind of person she was.
Do you remember the way she dressed?
No, not really. I mean, she was a waitress. Mostly in her uniform. She was just an average person. She didn't dress fancy and she didn't dress sloppy. She just dressed. Acceptable.
In California, did you live in just one home?
Oh no. I never lived in one home. That's what I remember most. We moved. We moved. We moved. We moved.
Did you like that?
No. I had...I mean I had a wonderful, happy childhood. But I hated it. In junior hight I went to three different junior high schools. I was a very unhappy person at that time. Chianging junior high schools every time. I hated that. But in the sixth grade we lived with Vaughan when she took care of him, and then we moved. They build a new junior high school--Kearn's junior high school, and I started it, because I'd been to the sixth grade with all the kids and then we moved into the new junior high school. We moved a lot.
Were you still living with Vaughan?
We moved. She must have met Bill Gordon, her third husband, because I remember junior high as being with him. I was unhappy and I wanted to go back to where I went to sixth grade, and that's why in high school we moved back there. And that's whe we lived across the street from Vaughan and that's the place where I lived all during high school. That was the last of the moving and then I got married. But before that we moved and we moved and we moved.
Of course, in the fourth grade I went to a private school for girls and it was wonderful! It was so much fun. I lived in a big dorm and that's where I first rode a horse. They had horseback riding lessons. It was a very private, expensive school.
How did you manage to get in?
Well, mother worked two jobs. She worked two jobs and she'd come on weekends, but she couldn't afford it. The main thing too, I believe my aunt told me, cause I had asthma all this time too and I was in and out of the hospital. I'd have a trigger of allergies and get rushed to the hospital and finally the bills got so high, even though she was working and trying to pay off the doctor bills and school. She had to get two jobs in order to pay the doctor bills off and yet keeping me in school. That was in the fourth grade. Then she couldn't afford to keep me in that school any longer, and I stayed with my aunt and uncle that next year, but mother was always there. Even when I was in the private school she'd come and get me on weekends and we'd go to this place where they had barbecued spareribs which I so loved--with the little fingerbowls, which they don't have anymore, and then we'd go play miniature golf or something. So I was with her on the weekends, but I lived with my aunt and uncle for a while, and I have a cousin who is three days younger than I am. Ed is 3 days younger than me, so that's the only brother I have ever known, and he's in California. I was born on the 26th and he was born on the 29th. so anyway, I lived with them for a year and then I went back with my mother.
Vaughan was a friend. He was an older man and she took care of him more or less.
My dad--Larry--well, first of all he remarried a lady named Ida and they had a baby. I remember going to their house and seeing the little baby. I think my dad was a lady's man and a gambler. Anyway, they divorced and then when I was in about the sixth grade we were living in Vaughan's house and my dad came, and he was getting married to Ruby, and she had two children. My mother kept the two children--Buster and Marie while they went on their honeymoon, except they stayed for a couple of years. I'm not sure how long. I must have been in the sixth grade. Buster was only about three and he couldn't talk very well. We couldn't understand him very well, I should say.
Marie was about five and neither of them went to school. 3 & 5. Little Buster was so cute--well Marie was pretty too, but we remembered for years afterwards when we'd say "there is is" he'd say "did a bum". There is is. Did a bum. That was his "there it is."
So mother tended my dad's third wives children, and then he was killed.
Did she come and take the kids? Yes.
Was that hard?
Yes. It was. Everybody was like--I mean everybody--friends and the whole family. Everybody just loved them. I don't remember her actually coming and getting them and taking them away, but she did. I must have been at school or something, because I don't remember her actually taking the kids, but I know we just loved them. That's just how your great grandmother was.
What special quality do you remember about your mother?
That everybody loved her. She made friends so easy. I mean my girlfriends, my old boyfriends--they were like her children and she lived her life for me. I mean she was always--that's all there was, just mother and I. But she made friends so easy. She made friends with anybody she met. She was an outgoing person. But, when she moved up to Heber--she knows more people in Heber than I ever knew living there for as long as I lived there. Everybody always liked her. I envy her. She was so outgoing and made friends so easy.
You know, she lived a pretty hard life. She was a waitress from the time she was 16 until she got emphysema when she was 80. She was waitressing right up until then. In fact, I think she said she was 13 the first time she waitressed. She was a waitress all her life.
Even in Heber?
Oh yes. Even in Heber. The doctors and everything. Dr. Bogess. She was an outspoken person. She tells the story--Dr. Bogess tells this story. She worked at The Hub and Dr. Bogess and Dr. Jenson used to come in all the time and sit and have coffee for two or three hours sometimes and never leave her a tip and yet, "Hey! Bring me another cup of coffee! Hey!" So she said that after a couple of months of them coming in every day, finally she blew her top and she finally had it with him. She told him off. "You sit here and order me around!" Well, I don't know just what she said, but anyway, she called him an SOB right there in the cafe. She said, "You never leave a tip" and they were just dumbfounded.
She got it off her chest and every time they came in after that they would leave a tip, believe me. And Dr. Bogess was a good friend of Boyd's--your grandpa, and he had to tell him--he didn't know that she was related to us, and when he found out, cause she told Boyd, she told us about telling doctor's off, and when Dr. Bogess found out she was my mother, he had to tell the story. "You know, I never thought about it til she told me. You know we sit here, and take up the table" and so forth. But he got a kick out of it anyway. And he came to her funeral. He said, "I'll never forget it. I was never so embarassed in my life! But it was true. It just dawned on me--she waits onus!" but anyway. that was the kind of person she was.
Do you remember the way she dressed?
No, not really. I mean, she was a waitress. Mostly in her uniform. She was just an average person. She didn't dress fancy and she didn't dress sloppy. She just dressed. Acceptable.
In California, did you live in just one home?
Oh no. I never lived in one home. That's what I remember most. We moved. We moved. We moved. We moved.
Did you like that?
No. I had...I mean I had a wonderful, happy childhood. But I hated it. In junior hight I went to three different junior high schools. I was a very unhappy person at that time. Chianging junior high schools every time. I hated that. But in the sixth grade we lived with Vaughan when she took care of him, and then we moved. They build a new junior high school--Kearn's junior high school, and I started it, because I'd been to the sixth grade with all the kids and then we moved into the new junior high school. We moved a lot.
Were you still living with Vaughan?
We moved. She must have met Bill Gordon, her third husband, because I remember junior high as being with him. I was unhappy and I wanted to go back to where I went to sixth grade, and that's why in high school we moved back there. And that's whe we lived across the street from Vaughan and that's the place where I lived all during high school. That was the last of the moving and then I got married. But before that we moved and we moved and we moved.
Of course, in the fourth grade I went to a private school for girls and it was wonderful! It was so much fun. I lived in a big dorm and that's where I first rode a horse. They had horseback riding lessons. It was a very private, expensive school.
How did you manage to get in?
Well, mother worked two jobs. She worked two jobs and she'd come on weekends, but she couldn't afford it. The main thing too, I believe my aunt told me, cause I had asthma all this time too and I was in and out of the hospital. I'd have a trigger of allergies and get rushed to the hospital and finally the bills got so high, even though she was working and trying to pay off the doctor bills and school. She had to get two jobs in order to pay the doctor bills off and yet keeping me in school. That was in the fourth grade. Then she couldn't afford to keep me in that school any longer, and I stayed with my aunt and uncle that next year, but mother was always there. Even when I was in the private school she'd come and get me on weekends and we'd go to this place where they had barbecued spareribs which I so loved--with the little fingerbowls, which they don't have anymore, and then we'd go play miniature golf or something. So I was with her on the weekends, but I lived with my aunt and uncle for a while, and I have a cousin who is three days younger than I am. Ed is 3 days younger than me, so that's the only brother I have ever known, and he's in California. I was born on the 26th and he was born on the 29th. so anyway, I lived with them for a year and then I went back with my mother.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
My Grandma Part 1
Years ago, I sat down and asked my grandma a whole bunch of questions, and recorded the answers. I'm finally getting around to sharing it with you. If you are anything like me, you've heard a lot of stories, but they got so complicated I wasn't sure I understood them right. This is my attempt to understand the life of my wonderful grandmother. Enjoy!
Part 1: (speaking about her mother)
She could remember every telephone number, every address clear from when she was a child and I couldn't even tell you what my telephone number was before this home. As soon as anything's over, I forget it.
When and where were you born?
I was born in St. Louis, Missourri in 1926. I remember going back and forth because all my mother's family was back in Missourri and we travelled back and forth all the time (from California).
I went to Catholic school in the first and second grade...All my schooling was in California
What is your first memory of your parents? Do you remember your dad at all?
Oh yeah. My dad, I guess they were divorced--I don't know just when. It was when I was real tiny, but they always remained friends. I saw my dad off and on.
What was his name? Larry--Lawrence Frank Zimmer.
You wanted to name my dad after your dad?
Yeah, I thought I would, except your Aunt Mina named her boy Larry, so I never did name one Larry, because we already had a Larry. But I remember my dad coming quite often.
Didn't he live in Missourri?
No. He was in California. He was a cab driver. They got divorced when I was real young. My mother packed up me, put me in a stroller, and she and her girlfriend hitchhiked with me in a stroller all the way to California when I was real young.
Why?
I don't know why, just to get to California. And then, apparently, she moved back to St. Louis and met her second husband, who was Daddy Mack. McMillan was his name. Clyde McMillan--met him. I had asthma and I guess she was told the asthma was too hard...Anyway she and Daddy Mack moved to California for me and I guess I was 2 or 3 or o4. I don't know. But apparently he couldn't find a job and he didn't like it or something or rather, so I guess she had to make a choice between him and me because he was her one true love, I understand. But anyway, he went back to St. Louis and she stayed in California. So anyway, that was the end of their marriage.
Did they stay friends?
Oh yes. She stayed friends with every one of them. When I went back when I was a teenagers, he came to visit. Oh yes, they stayed friends all of their life. He remarried. She even wrote--well she wrote to everybody, bue she even wrote and stayed food friends with his family and everything. They kept in youch more or less.
Was he like a father to you?
No, not that I remember very much, because I was so very young. I don't remember him very much. I was on 2, 3, 4 years old.
Did she get married again after that?
Then she had a boyfriend for most of my young years. His name was Ray ____________. She never married, but that was my dad for many years.
Was he a good guy?
Yes. He was an alcoholic. I remember they used to have quite a few fights, but he was good to me, and they were together for years and years and then I met him again after I was married. I can't remember where, but I remember meeting him again after I was married. He said, "I remember when I used to change you diapers," No. He didn't really say that cause I was older--5? Anyway, he was around most of the time when I was a young girl.
But she didn't ever get married again?
Yeah. Oh yeah. When I was in junior high school she married Bill Gordon-during my junior high school years. He was a quiet, moody man. We didn't talk much. He used to mostly sit and play solitaire if I remember right. He was a cab driver also. He was during my junior high years. He wasn't around much--he was either driving or sitting, but there were no problems he was just there. And then, after I got married, well, she divorced Bill, and he died, but right after I got married...almost immediately, she married Merrill Wise.
Was that in California?
Yeah, they're all in California. She married Merrill Wise and she was married to him for a few years. He ran off with some young girl and that was the end of her marriages. That was enough. She never got married again.
**** My grandma wanted me to add this comment: I must add that my MOM was a wonderful loving person. .Ask anyone who knew her!!! She always put me first thruout her life... She was always there for me... She had a hard life but with a smile.....She was truly giving, caring & loving...XXX***
Part 1: (speaking about her mother)
She could remember every telephone number, every address clear from when she was a child and I couldn't even tell you what my telephone number was before this home. As soon as anything's over, I forget it.
When and where were you born?
I was born in St. Louis, Missourri in 1926. I remember going back and forth because all my mother's family was back in Missourri and we travelled back and forth all the time (from California).
I went to Catholic school in the first and second grade...All my schooling was in California
What is your first memory of your parents? Do you remember your dad at all?
Oh yeah. My dad, I guess they were divorced--I don't know just when. It was when I was real tiny, but they always remained friends. I saw my dad off and on.
What was his name? Larry--Lawrence Frank Zimmer.
You wanted to name my dad after your dad?
Yeah, I thought I would, except your Aunt Mina named her boy Larry, so I never did name one Larry, because we already had a Larry. But I remember my dad coming quite often.
Didn't he live in Missourri?
No. He was in California. He was a cab driver. They got divorced when I was real young. My mother packed up me, put me in a stroller, and she and her girlfriend hitchhiked with me in a stroller all the way to California when I was real young.
Why?
I don't know why, just to get to California. And then, apparently, she moved back to St. Louis and met her second husband, who was Daddy Mack. McMillan was his name. Clyde McMillan--met him. I had asthma and I guess she was told the asthma was too hard...Anyway she and Daddy Mack moved to California for me and I guess I was 2 or 3 or o4. I don't know. But apparently he couldn't find a job and he didn't like it or something or rather, so I guess she had to make a choice between him and me because he was her one true love, I understand. But anyway, he went back to St. Louis and she stayed in California. So anyway, that was the end of their marriage.
Did they stay friends?
Oh yes. She stayed friends with every one of them. When I went back when I was a teenagers, he came to visit. Oh yes, they stayed friends all of their life. He remarried. She even wrote--well she wrote to everybody, bue she even wrote and stayed food friends with his family and everything. They kept in youch more or less.
Was he like a father to you?
No, not that I remember very much, because I was so very young. I don't remember him very much. I was on 2, 3, 4 years old.
Did she get married again after that?
Then she had a boyfriend for most of my young years. His name was Ray ____________. She never married, but that was my dad for many years.
Was he a good guy?
Yes. He was an alcoholic. I remember they used to have quite a few fights, but he was good to me, and they were together for years and years and then I met him again after I was married. I can't remember where, but I remember meeting him again after I was married. He said, "I remember when I used to change you diapers," No. He didn't really say that cause I was older--5? Anyway, he was around most of the time when I was a young girl.
But she didn't ever get married again?
Yeah. Oh yeah. When I was in junior high school she married Bill Gordon-during my junior high school years. He was a quiet, moody man. We didn't talk much. He used to mostly sit and play solitaire if I remember right. He was a cab driver also. He was during my junior high years. He wasn't around much--he was either driving or sitting, but there were no problems he was just there. And then, after I got married, well, she divorced Bill, and he died, but right after I got married...almost immediately, she married Merrill Wise.
Was that in California?
Yeah, they're all in California. She married Merrill Wise and she was married to him for a few years. He ran off with some young girl and that was the end of her marriages. That was enough. She never got married again.
**** My grandma wanted me to add this comment: I must add that my MOM was a wonderful loving person. .Ask anyone who knew her!!! She always put me first thruout her life... She was always there for me... She had a hard life but with a smile.....She was truly giving, caring & loving...XXX***
Thursday, April 25, 2013
V Is For...Very Interesting
I'm still finished with that challenge. It's just that I had something to say, and it happened to fit in the challenge's parameters. It's a coincidence.
This is day 7 of me not being on a diet and meaning it. My brain is finally starting to believe me, just a little bit. And an interesting thing is happening. Today, I stood in line at the grocery store and thought about buying a candy bar. And then I turned to look at the magazines and forgot all about the chocolate until I was walking to my car. How did that happen??
This is my theory, and I'm crossing my fingers and toes that I'm right. My subconscious knew I would buy a candy bar if I wanted to. It knew I would buy one WHEN I wanted to. I wasn't feeding it some ridiculous story about this being the last hour I was going to allow myself chocolate until next month, and then only a mouthful.
I think that every time I told myself I wasn't going to eat badly any more, my silly subconscious BELIEVED me. Believed me and panicked. Every day for years and years. Foolish, foolish subconscious. Or foolish, foolish me, for doing that to myself for so long.
Maybe it's just a fluke. But I hope not. I may never lose weight, but today I ate 1/4 cup of watermelon sherbet for dessert. I told myself that I might have a bowl of Boston Red Sox Fenway Fudge ice cream later, if I wanted to. But guess what? I don't think I'm in the mood.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
U Is For...You
I was feeling pretty discouraged yesterday, and decided to give up the A-Z Challenge, even though it wasn't really the challenge that was making me discouraged. I still feel really great about that decision. And yet, here I am. What's up with that?
Well, one of the things that made me sad about this challenge is not having enough time to look at all the other amazing blog posts. I'd quickly glance at six or seven, try hard to think of comments and give up. I'm not great at comments.
So, this morning, it hit me. I could spend a little more time perusing the other blogs on this challenge and post links to two or three of my favorites here on this blog. I'm still not going to read dozens of posts, so don't be hurt if yours isn't on here. I'm sure I would have loved it.
The Prosers: Yeah. This is my other blog. But the ladies I work with over there are amazing. Check out T Is For Toothless by MaryAnn.
U Is For Unhealthy Relationships from In Which We Start Anew is a great blog post. In Which We Start Anew has been a great find for me during this challenge. It's not the kind of blog I usually read, but maybe I should.
Patience, Persistence and Perspiration is about a woman struggling to lose weight. I've been so impressed with her journey, which seems to be just beginning. I plan to continue following her efforts for a long time. U Is For Understanding.
Now, From Sarah, With Joy is exactly the kind of blog I usually look for. She's a talented writer, she's very committed to her goals, and she's very nice. My favorite. Her latest post, U Is For Unarmed, was exactly what I needed to hear today.
http://bethandwriting.blogspot.com// is a new find for me (T is for Turkish carpets.) So is http://dacairns.blogspot.com/ whose latest blog post is called U Is For Opposites. You'll have to chek it out if you want to know why.
So, this took a lot longer than I thought it would. Goal for tomorrow: put a time limit on how long I have to search.
Well, one of the things that made me sad about this challenge is not having enough time to look at all the other amazing blog posts. I'd quickly glance at six or seven, try hard to think of comments and give up. I'm not great at comments.
So, this morning, it hit me. I could spend a little more time perusing the other blogs on this challenge and post links to two or three of my favorites here on this blog. I'm still not going to read dozens of posts, so don't be hurt if yours isn't on here. I'm sure I would have loved it.
The Prosers: Yeah. This is my other blog. But the ladies I work with over there are amazing. Check out T Is For Toothless by MaryAnn.
U Is For Unhealthy Relationships from In Which We Start Anew is a great blog post. In Which We Start Anew has been a great find for me during this challenge. It's not the kind of blog I usually read, but maybe I should.
Patience, Persistence and Perspiration is about a woman struggling to lose weight. I've been so impressed with her journey, which seems to be just beginning. I plan to continue following her efforts for a long time. U Is For Understanding.
Now, From Sarah, With Joy is exactly the kind of blog I usually look for. She's a talented writer, she's very committed to her goals, and she's very nice. My favorite. Her latest post, U Is For Unarmed, was exactly what I needed to hear today.
http://bethandwriting.blogspot.com// is a new find for me (T is for Turkish carpets.) So is http://dacairns.blogspot.com/ whose latest blog post is called U Is For Opposites. You'll have to chek it out if you want to know why.
So, this took a lot longer than I thought it would. Goal for tomorrow: put a time limit on how long I have to search.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
T Is For Top 10 Tuesday
And all the other memes I think I want to participate in with blogging. Top 10 Tuesday bloggers post top 10 lists of books every week. This week, for example, the theme was:
Top 10 Books You Liked More/Less Than You Thought You Would
So, first of all, you've got to come up with a list.
Then, you've got to explain why.
Then, you should probably put some pictures in, and maybe links to the books so people can get more information.
Finally, you should sound incredibly chipper about the whole thing.
This is a book meme for people who review books as their hobby. I've tried reviewing books for a hobby. Maybe someday I'll try it again. It's not where I'm at in my life. So why do I feel so compelled to join everything?
I thought this A-Z Challenge would be a great way to get back into blogging. And for the most part, it's been good for me. But yesterday, and even more so today, I'm feeling done. I don't want to give it up, but I think it's time, at least for this blog. It's been a party over at The Prosers. We're all having a good time with it, and we've met some friends, and it's been awesome.
But I'm done over here. So, if you come to visit, please follow this link over to The Prosers, where the alphabetical bash is still going strong: The Prosers.
Top 10 Books You Liked More/Less Than You Thought You Would
So, first of all, you've got to come up with a list.
Then, you've got to explain why.
Then, you should probably put some pictures in, and maybe links to the books so people can get more information.
Finally, you should sound incredibly chipper about the whole thing.
This is a book meme for people who review books as their hobby. I've tried reviewing books for a hobby. Maybe someday I'll try it again. It's not where I'm at in my life. So why do I feel so compelled to join everything?
I thought this A-Z Challenge would be a great way to get back into blogging. And for the most part, it's been good for me. But yesterday, and even more so today, I'm feeling done. I don't want to give it up, but I think it's time, at least for this blog. It's been a party over at The Prosers. We're all having a good time with it, and we've met some friends, and it's been awesome.
But I'm done over here. So, if you come to visit, please follow this link over to The Prosers, where the alphabetical bash is still going strong: The Prosers.
Monday, April 22, 2013
S Is For...Sleep
Which I'm not going to get enough of if I stay up to write this post, since...
S is also for...swimming, which I've got to get up bright and early and do before school.
S really was going to be for sleep. If I've got enough time tomorrow, maybe I'll fill in the gaps. If not, T will be a much, much better post. I promise.
S is also for...swimming, which I've got to get up bright and early and do before school.
S really was going to be for sleep. If I've got enough time tomorrow, maybe I'll fill in the gaps. If not, T will be a much, much better post. I promise.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
R Is For...Ruins
Ruins is the name of the book I'm reading right now. I'm only about 1/3 of the way done. On the other hand, I only started it last night.
Ruins
Book 2 in the Pathfinder series
by: Orson Scott Card
published in 2012
544 pages
Summary (from amazon):
A complex fate. A deadly path. Book two in the New York Times bestselling series Publishers Weekly calls “an epic in the best sense.”
When Rigg and his friends crossed the Wall between the only world they knew and a world they could not imagine, he hoped he was leading them to safety. But the dangers in this new wallfold are more difficult to see. Rigg, Umbo, and Param know that they cannot trust the expendable, Vadesh—a machine shaped like a human, created to deceive—but they are no longer certain that they can even trust one another. But they will have little choice. Because although Rigg can decipher the paths of the past, he can’t yet see the horror that lies ahead: A destructive force with deadly intentions is hurtling toward Garden. If Rigg, Umbo, and Param can’t work together to alter the past, there will be no future.
The adventure, suspense, and time travel continue in this second installment in the critically acclaimed New York Times and Publishers Weekly bestselling Pathfinder series.
My Review:
You can find my review for Pathfinder here. Or I can just tell you: I loved it. Rigg reminds me more of Ender than any other character I've ever read, and that is high, high praise from me. I can't really review Ruins yet, because I'm still reading it. But let's just say that so far, I LOVE IT. This is science fiction at its best.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Q Is For...Quotes
Q Is For...Quotes
Specifically, quotes about happiness.
This is something I need to work on.
I only have one pair of pants that fits well. It's been like
that for years. I know that if I just lost 15 pounds, I would have an entire
wardrobe of clothes. So I only allow myself the one pair, and I wash it a lot. I
either wear my pajama bottoms or squeeze into something uncomfortable while I
wait for that one pair of pants to dry.
If I forced one of my children to wear the same thing over
and over until they looked prettier, it would be considered abusive. I've been
planning to lose that weight for a long, long time, and it hasn't happened. I
still want it to. I still plan to do it. Deep in my heart, I hope that weight
loss is a side affect of happiness. But, in all my soul-searching, I'm finally
realizing that trying to beat myself into good health is backfiring. It is
making me miserable AND I'm steadily gaining weight.
So, here are a few quotes from The Happiness Project about being happy.
- The belief that unhappiness is selfless and happiness is selfish is misguided. It's more selfless to act happy. It takes energy, generosity, and discipline to be unfailingly lighthearted, yet everyone takes the happy person for granted. No one is careful of his feelings or tries to keep his spirits high. He seems self-sufficient; he becomes a cushion for others. And because happiness seems unforced, that person usually gets no credit. -Gretchen Rubin
- What you do every day matters more than what you do once in a while.-Gretchen Rubin
- When I find myself focusing overmuch on the anticipated future happiness of arriving at a certain goal, I remind myself to 'Enjoy now'. If I can enjoy the present, I don't need to count on the happiness that is (or isn't) waiting for me in the future.
- ... one flaw throws the
loveliness of [everything else] into focus. I remember reading that
Shakers deliberately introduced a mistake into the things they made, to
show that man shouldn't aspire to the perfection of God. Flawed can be
more perfect than perfection. -Gretchen
Rubin
- Life isn’t about waiting for the storms to pass, it’s about learning how to dance in the rain. -Unknown
- A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires. -Paulo Coelho
- Our happiness depends on the habit of mind we cultivate. So practice happy thinking everyday. Cultivate the merry heart, develop the happiness habit, and life with become a continual feast. -Norman Vincent Peale
- Happiness will never come to those who fail to appreciate what they already have. -Unknown
- I have been running so sweaty my whole life, urgent for a finish line, and I have been missing the rapture this whole time.
Of being forever incomplete – Alanis Morissette - Exercise for sanity, not vanity. -Gretchen Rubin
This one is from Hungry For Change:
- Whatever you hold in your mind on a consistent basis is exactly what you will experience in your life. -Anthony Robbins
Thursday, April 18, 2013
P Is For...Panjandrum
pan·jan·drum (p
n-jn
dr
m)
n-jndrm)
n.
An important or self-important person; a pompous self-important official or person of rank;
[After the Grand Panjandrum, a character in a nonsense farrago written by Samuel Foote (1720-1777).]
For the Letter O, my good friend Susan wrote a post about out of print books that reminded me of a story my children discovered in one of their grandmother's books a few years ago. It tickled their funny bones so much that they memorized it and would just start spouting it at random. This would usually make them laugh so hard that they couldn't catch their breath, or speak, except to gasp out, "a cabbage-leaf! (much mirth) To bake (gasp, gasp)...an apple pie!" "WHAT?!? No soap!!?" I have such happy memories of this poem that I decided to share it with you. You'll just have to imagine my children though. WHY didn't I take a video? I guess I thought those days would last forever.
The story was published in 1755 to test the memory of the actor Charles Macklin, who claimed he could read any paragraph once through and then recite it verbatim. It was published as part of an 1820 novel titled Harry and Lucy concluded (vol. 2) by Maria Edgeworth, and again as a poem in a picture book by Randolph Caldecott in 1885, with a few minor changes in wording ("grand Panjandrum" changed to "great Panjandrum" and she went down the street, instead of up the street.) My children memorized the 1885 version:
The Great Panjandrum
So she went into the garden
to cut a cabbage-leaf
to make an apple-pie;
and at the same time
a great she-bear, coming down the street,
pops its head into the shop.
What! no soap?
So he died,
and she very imprudently married the Barber:
and there were present
the Picninnies,
and the Joblillies,
and the Garyulies,
and the great Panjandrum himself,
with the little round button at top;
and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can,
till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots
to cut a cabbage-leaf
to make an apple-pie;
and at the same time
a great she-bear, coming down the street,
pops its head into the shop.
What! no soap?
So he died,
and she very imprudently married the Barber:
and there were present
the Picninnies,
and the Joblillies,
and the Garyulies,
and the great Panjandrum himself,
with the little round button at top;
and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can,
till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Help Ben Wolverton
If you are looking for my A-Z Challenge post, it's directly below this one.
Here's a copy of Lee Falin's post from April 10, 2013:Help Ben WolvertonFor some time now thousands of other aspiring writers have been benefiting from the advice that author and teacher David Farland (aka David Wolverton) gives away for free via his Daily Kicks newsletters, as well as many other services he provides for aspiring writers.
Last week his 16-year old son Ben was in severe accident, sustained several life-threatening injuries, and is currently in a coma. Like many other self-employeed individuals, Dave and his family don't have health insurance, and Ben's medical bills are expected to reach the six-figure range.
So to help support the Wolverton family, several people in the writing community have organized a book bomb, an event where as many people as possible purchase a book on a given day in order to help support an author.
The two books being "bombed" are: Million Dollar Outlines, a great book for aspiring writers with lots of tips for making your stories stand out; and Nightingale, Dave's award-winning young adult fantasy novel.
If you don't have any interest in these books, you can donate directly to help Ben.
If you're short on cash, you can help spread the word via twitter, facebook, or any other way you can think of.
Ben and his family greatly appreciate your support.
Give away
To help support this effort, Lee Falin purchased 50 copied of Million Dollar Outlines. To get one, just help spread the word about Ben and the book bomb, and email him a link to your tweet/blog post/facebook message. The first 50 people to do so get a copy of the book.
O Is For...Oz
Instead, I really loved it. It was the first 3D movie I ever saw that didn't leave me feeling like I needed to vomit and take migraine medicine at the same time. Whether that's because they are getting better at 3D or because my eyes are adapting is a topic worth studying more in depth. But not now.
Instead, I want to discuss world building. What is it about a world that leaves it open to inifinite storytelling possibilities?
Everyone knows about The Wizard of Oz, but it doesn't stop there...As a child, I used to love reading Frank L. Baum's series of books about Oz. There are 14. There's The Wiz, starring Diana Ross and Michael Jackson, (which I never saw, actually). And of course there is Wicked, both the book and the Broadway play. I didn't enjoy the book, but Wicked the broadway play is lots of fun (at least the music is.)
I love Tortall, the world Tamora Pierce spins most of her magical stories in. Her stories span the centuries and travel across the world. Star Trek, Star Wars...what is it about all of these worlds that lends itself to page after page of storytelling?
I'm sure there's a more definitive list somewhere, but here's what I've got:
- a simple and relatively fluid magical system--yes, there are rules, and some of the rules are definitive. But some of the rules can be broken from one story to another. On the one hand, this bothers me terribly. On the other hand, it seems to work.
- A story line that focuses on exploration. When merging with rule 1, you get characters that don't quite know what they will find around the corner--for example, the rules governing each world on Star Trek are different.
- Rich, complex characters--Did you ever wonder why Oz seemed like such a recluse and yet was revered as a great wizard? When you read the Wild Magic series (What? You haven't??? You should. Immediately!) did you ever wonder about Alanna? Lucky for you, there's a whole series about her. Every character has a story, and one story can't go into all of them. When characters are interesting enough that we want to know more...new stories are born.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
N Is For...93 Million Miles
Oddly enough, when this month started, this was the only post I was sure I wanted to do, because I had just discovered this song, I love it, and I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!
Monday, April 15, 2013
M Is For...Massachusetts and Marathons
M Is For...
My City.
Boston, Massachusetts.
My family doesn't think this counts as an M word, because I've never actually lived there, but Maine is close enough. We root for the Patriots, the Red Sox, the Celtics and the Bruins. After 9/11, my husband and I fled to the comfort of the Boston LDS temple, and wished everyone could feel the peace that was there. Every year, we go to Boston for our anniversary. I've walked the Freedom Trail all by myself and with other people. We've played in the Duck Pond, and I cried with everyone else when Vinnie T's went out of business.
Or how about Marathon? There's an M word. Do you have any idea how many of the pep talks that run through my head involve marathons? My love and prayers go out to everyone affected by today's tragedy.
Here's my facebook status from earlier today:
My City.
Boston, Massachusetts.
My family doesn't think this counts as an M word, because I've never actually lived there, but Maine is close enough. We root for the Patriots, the Red Sox, the Celtics and the Bruins. After 9/11, my husband and I fled to the comfort of the Boston LDS temple, and wished everyone could feel the peace that was there. Every year, we go to Boston for our anniversary. I've walked the Freedom Trail all by myself and with other people. We've played in the Duck Pond, and I cried with everyone else when Vinnie T's went out of business.Or how about Marathon? There's an M word. Do you have any idea how many of the pep talks that run through my head involve marathons? My love and prayers go out to everyone affected by today's tragedy.
Here's my facebook status from earlier today:
There are so many things I want to share, about how much I love Boston, and how my heart hurts to think of what happened there today; and about J..., who is leaving for New York in the morning. I guess I'm especially grateful for this feeling of peace about letting her go. Given my propensity to worry, this is an unexpected blessing. The world is a crazy place, where terrible things happen sometimes, but it is also filled with good people.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
L Is For...Line In The Sand
I hope it is like that in life too. That there are lines in the sand that can send us rocketing back to the right path. I keep thinking I've gotten there with my health--but habits are incredibly hard to break, and bad things have already been done to this poor old body of mine. I feel it sometimes, with family relationships. But how about housecleaning? Will I ever reach a line in the sand that will catapult me into the clean home of my dreams? If so, I'm ready. Someone draw a line in the sand for me.
Friday, April 12, 2013
K...Is For Kissing
I am sticking to one blog post today, and you can read it over at The Prosers.
FYI: I am not proud to say that I watched this show, and I can't, in good conscience , recommend it. BUT...this kiss. I should write this good a kiss someday.
FYI: I am not proud to say that I watched this show, and I can't, in good conscience , recommend it. BUT...this kiss. I should write this good a kiss someday.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
J Is For...Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
It's too bad today's letter wasn't T...for Torpor, because that's what I've been in. I woke up early with an insurmountable to-do list running through my head. So I wrote it down, because often, once I see it on paper, I realize it's not quite as long a list as I'd originally feared. It didn't work. It was definitely insurmountable. That would have been such a good word for I.
I got going on life, getting the kids out of bed, packing lunches...then my husband called. I'd forgotten I was supposed to pick up my daughter from seminary this morning. I dashed out of the house in pajama bottoms and a jacket, and hurried from one thing to the next until I got home from swimming at 9:00. I settled down to read a manuscript I need to have read before a meeting tonight and somehow ended up watching an episode of Alias instead.
I made a few of the phone calls that were on my list, and then found myself mindlessly scrolling through my facebook page. I decided to go on a walk, and realized I was still wearing my pajama bottoms. Drat. It's too ridiculous for words, the way sometimes I just LANGUISH when I should be thriving.
Finally, I decided to clean the kitchen (which wasn't on my list, but still had to get done) while I thought of a good J word.
J...J...J...
I was half-way through the Joseph soundtrack before I realized that I was dancing and cleaning and back on track. Music is magical.
I have subtle issues with the whole premise of Joseph, to tell the truth. I believe Jacob was a prophet, not some indolent man reclining on a chair while women danced for him. Still, I can't help but love this show, especially the talented Maria Friedman. I can't help but belt it out when I'm singing with her.
Thanks for the energy Maria. I needed it today.
I got going on life, getting the kids out of bed, packing lunches...then my husband called. I'd forgotten I was supposed to pick up my daughter from seminary this morning. I dashed out of the house in pajama bottoms and a jacket, and hurried from one thing to the next until I got home from swimming at 9:00. I settled down to read a manuscript I need to have read before a meeting tonight and somehow ended up watching an episode of Alias instead.
I made a few of the phone calls that were on my list, and then found myself mindlessly scrolling through my facebook page. I decided to go on a walk, and realized I was still wearing my pajama bottoms. Drat. It's too ridiculous for words, the way sometimes I just LANGUISH when I should be thriving.
Finally, I decided to clean the kitchen (which wasn't on my list, but still had to get done) while I thought of a good J word.
J...J...J...
I was half-way through the Joseph soundtrack before I realized that I was dancing and cleaning and back on track. Music is magical.
I have subtle issues with the whole premise of Joseph, to tell the truth. I believe Jacob was a prophet, not some indolent man reclining on a chair while women danced for him. Still, I can't help but love this show, especially the talented Maria Friedman. I can't help but belt it out when I'm singing with her.
Thanks for the energy Maria. I needed it today.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
I Is For...I'm Yours
This is my cop-out post. Life was full of "Oh. I wasn't planning to do that" moments today. Here's another one. I wasn't planning on discussing Jason Mraz yet. But I've run out of time for doing anything that would take more time, so here we are.
I'm Yours was my first Jason Mraz song, and it belongs at number one on my list of Top 5 Summer Songs. Enjoy.
I'm Yours was my first Jason Mraz song, and it belongs at number one on my list of Top 5 Summer Songs. Enjoy.
As long as I'm sharing "I" music, here's a more recent hit by Imagine Dragons. It's a sign of how crazy this day has been that I'm not going to have time to listen to either of these songs until tomorrow.
The A-Z Challenge
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
H Is For...The Happiness Project
I know the list of goals I wrote yesterday seemed a little ridiculous. You should have seen the on-going list in my head though. It was at least 5 times that long, and I regularly beat myself up for not making a bigger dent in it. I never realized how long the list was until I started writing it down.
At least this current list is do-able. It's really only 5 goals, with a checklist of the next thing to do on each one. I could really add a section for preschool and education, but I didn't, since that isn't a part of this blog.
My inspiration for updating the blog and writing that long list of goals came from a book I just read called The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun by Gretchen Rubin.
Here's the amazon blurb:
At least this current list is do-able. It's really only 5 goals, with a checklist of the next thing to do on each one. I could really add a section for preschool and education, but I didn't, since that isn't a part of this blog.
My inspiration for updating the blog and writing that long list of goals came from a book I just read called The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun by Gretchen Rubin.Here's the amazon blurb:
Gretchen Rubin had an epiphany one rainy afternoon in the unlikeliest of places: a city bus. "The days are long, but the years are short," she realized. "Time is passing, and I'm not focusing enough on the things that really matter." In that moment, she decided to dedicate a year to her happiness project.
In this lively and compelling account, Rubin chronicles her adventures during the twelve months she spent test-driving the wisdom of the ages, current scientific research, and lessons from popular culture about how to be happier. Among other things, she found that novelty and challenge are powerful sources of happiness; that money can help buy happiness, when spent wisely; that outer order contributes to inner calm; and that the very smallest of changes can make the biggest difference.I really enjoyed this book. I'm a "memoir of happy things" fan anyway. It was one of those serendipitous book finds that helped to shape some changes that I was making in my life. There is also a fun and engaging website, if you are thinking about starting your own happiness project.
The A-Z Challenge
Monday, April 8, 2013
G Is For...Goals
Lots and lots and lots of goals. I am focusing on Book Projects, My Home, Relationships, Joy and Health on this blog, and in my life. Each main goal has several smaller ones, most of which I've been working on haphazardly for years.
Book Projects:
1. Straighten up all my files so I know exactly how many books I've got in the works and where they are.
2. Combine all the pieces of Lost Magic into 1 rough draft and begin editing.
3. Read all of Ironwood and make notes for my meeting on Thursday.
4. Keep waiting to hear back from the editor about Hidden Magic.
My Home:
1. Buy paint for the family room and dining room.
2. Box up my family room bookshelves for their trip downstairs.
3. Paint the family room and dining room.
4. Buy new couches, a new entertainment center and a few other odds and ends.
5. Get the deck attached to our house.
6. Buy the rocks for the patio, benches and fire pit.
Strengthening Relationships:
1. Make an effort to stay off the computer while the kids are at home.
2. Keep reading with the kids, cycling who I pick the next book for.
3. Do more projects together.
4. Do my visiting teaching every month.
Joy:
1. Sign up for 2 classes.
2. Make a list of the things that bring me joy.
3. Write in my journal for 2 minutes every night.
4. Find more things that bring me joy.
Health:
1. Sign up for the 5K on June 8.
2. Train for the 5K:
Swim on T, Th
Strength Train on M, F
Walk on W, Sa
Yoga every morning
3. Remind myself where I am and where I am headed.
4. Take vitamin D for 10 weeks and get all my blood tests retaken. Deal with the results.
5. Get off of aleve and still have no shoulder pain.
The A-Z Challenge
Saturday, April 6, 2013
F Is For...Fred Rogers
I watched Mr. Rogers as a child, and admit I wasn't really all that
into him. But when my third child was preschool age, I was having a really hard
time. She's a strong-willed little girl, and I felt like I had used up any
residual strong-willedness inside of me. I just wasn't a match for her anymore. I prayed
about it, and got the oddest answer to my prayer--watch Mr. Rogers with her. So
we did, and it worked.
In my opinion, Mr. Roger's
Neighborhood is actually a parenting class disguised as a children's show. We
learned a new language for communicating with each other. And I held her tight
for half an hour every day, which I soon realized was something she needed
every bit as much as she needed food.
His show isn't as easy to find as it used to be. At least in
my neck of the woods, PBS doesn't play Mr. Roger's anymore. (This is a crime,
IMO). But you can still download his shows from amazon.
I own several Mr. Roger's quote books, and his insights on
both relationships and creativity are pretty astounding. Here are some of my favorites:
- You rarely have time for everything you want in life, so you need to make choices. And hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are.
- I believe it's a fact that what we have is less important than what we make of what we have.
- There's something unique about being a member of a family that really needs you in order to function well. One of the deepest longings a person can have is to feel needed and essential.
- I like to swim, but there are some days I just don't feel much like doing it--but I do it anyway. I know it's good for me and I promised myself I'd do it every day, and I like to keep my promises. That's one of my disciplines. And it's a good feeling after you've tried and done something well. Inside you think, "I've kept at this and I've really learned it--not by magic, but by my own work.
- Try your best to make goodness attractive. That's one of the toughest assignments you'll ever be given.
The A-Z Challenge
Friday, April 5, 2013
E Is For...The End
If you are following
both The Prosers and my personal blog, you should know that although the
beginnings are similar, the 2 posts are very different, so keep reading!
I'm a great starter. This afternoon I sorted through my many Word documents and found at least 11 manuscripts in various stages of being edited. I made up my own quiz, which you can take over at The Prosers, and ranked each story. Here's the list:
(Partially) Completed Novels by Melanie Crouse
1. Hidden Magic--I got a 7/8 on this story.
2. Lost Magic--The sequel to
Hidden Magic. This got a 3/8.
3. Lost Magic--Another sequel
to Hidden Magic from a different point of view. Nearly finished, but will it be
added into the first Lost Magic or turned into a 3rd novel? Ack! 3/8
4. Lost Magic--again. Can you see
how this book has given me fits? This one is probably mostly backstory, but I'm still rather attached to it. 2/8
5. Nanowrimo 2009--Tess's story. A completed rough draft. 3/8
6. An Old-Fashioned Girl--a
partially completed screenplay 2/8
7. Pathway Through Insanity--Ick.
What a dreadful title. Still, this gave me shivers of joy to find, because it
was a fantastic story idea, and I didn't think I'd ever written it down. It
turns out, I hadn't just written it down, I'd actually begun working on it!
Partially finished. 2/8
8. Nanowrimo 2011--Amye's story. A
completed rough draft. 3/8
9. Ironwood--My most recently
completed rough draft, and my first attempt at a collaboration. It is in the
beginning stages of being edited. 4/8
10. Ironwood--the sequel. I've
written chapter one. 2/8
11. Lark Meets Alias--Not really a
title, more a description. 1 ½ chapters written. 2/8
Somewhere, hidden either
in this computer's memory or only in my head, is a story about a boy and a girl
who hide out in her deceased uncle's home. The uncle was a hoarder. 1/8
I also have plans to compile a Prosers e-book one of these days. (1/8)
I also have plans to compile a Prosers e-book one of these days. (1/8)
Do you see how few of these projects are finished? Hidden
Magic is the only one, and every now and then I still think of things that I
really ought to tweak.
I became aware of the direness of the situation when Sheena,
Sabrina and I finished the rough draft of Ironwood, and for some reason, I was
completely pumped up about starting the sequel--immediately. For various
reasons, which probably included sanity, Sabrina and Sheena were not ready to
dive right into another book, and there was only so far I could go without
their input (to be precise, I could write one chapter.)
In an effort to direct all that energy somewhere, I
brainstormed a whole new story, which became novel number 11 on my list. It was
great, and I was delving into my character's families and backstory and having
a fantastic time when I stumbled upon some correspondence from several years ago. I
was struck by one thing--my writing career hasn't really changed much over the
years. There's really no excuse for that, except that I've become a chronic
starter. A finisher? Not so much. One of my main goals for this year is to
change that. Compiling this list was a huge leap toward...
The End
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Thursday, April 4, 2013
D is for...Diet
Definitions from urban dictionary
a four-letter word that often leads to deprivation, frustration and,
ultimately, failure
n. A food consumption pattern lazy people take up in the place of regular
exercise in order to lose weight
A form of torture, hence "Die" with a "t"
The statistics are in, and I would weigh a good 30 pounds
less if I'd never been on a diet. It's true. Some people are terribly passive-aggressive
about things like diets, even diets they put themselves on. I'm not certain how
many of these people actually walk among us, but I know there is at least
one...me! I gain an average of 5 pounds every time I put myself on a diet.
Diet books warn people that this might happen. They say
something about how if you lose weight quickly, you'll lose muscle instead of
fat, and when you inevitably go back to your old eating habits, your metabolism
will be lower, and you'll gain weight back--more than before. But me? I'm
efficient. I simply skip all those interim steps and move right to the
"gain more than before" part.
That's the beauty of being over 40. I can look back over the
past 2 decades and see exactly what I've done wrong. I hope that means I'm done
with all those shenanigans. I still
think it would be nice to be drop-dead gorgeous, but being healthy enough to
enjoy life has finally ousted it from the number one spot.
That's why I love this book:
It's a book about filling your life with eating routines
that add joy. Most of the book is recipes, and I've only tried a few--the
gingerbread straws and the biscotti. The important part is the story of her
journey to a diet-less life. It's harder to copy than I'd realized, but it's
worth it.
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