Today I did diddly. No that's not really true - I just didn't do much. Like most Saturdays, I slept late, if you can call 8:30 late. But I woke up to:
An hour or so later, I drifted downstairs and looked out the kitchen window to find that the birdfeeder which usually looks like this:
S wanted to make snow angels, so I dragged myself upstairs, plugged my ears against the siren song coming from my bed, got dressed and we braved the white stuff. Making a snowman was difficult because the snow was so powdery. We managed his body okay but couldn't get his head to form at all. So we compromised with a basketball. Not perfect but still pretty cute.
- Mood:
relaxed

From Joshua Henkin’s article in September’s Writer’s Digest, Your Goal: Become a Better Writer.
“A writer risks failure every time she sits down to write, whether she’s just beginning or is already widely published.”
“Revision is just that – re-vision: seeing something anew – and that involves listening carefully to what people tell you and then making it your own. To my mind, real revision is what separates the men from the boys and the women from the girls.”
FOUND ON MY WALK TODAY
Crisp refreshing air; soft sunshine kisses.
Litterbugs’ leavings – Arizona Green Tea and Coors Lite cans.
Mounds of stubborn snow, grey not yellow.
Squirrel tail. Where’d the squirrel go?
Poop; naughty neighbors aren't curbing their dogs.
Purple plastic bag and
Wonky sidewalk: watch your step lest you meet the pavement face-first.
Black and red mouse, death by SUV.
There are two things we should leave our children. The one is roots, the other is wings. - Hodding Carter
Failure is only the opportunity to start again - this time intelligently. - Henry Ford
Childhood is a time of wonder and awe
made all the more magical
by those who stop to explore
together with the child
all nature has in store.
- Cecile de Groot
Merry Christmas!
- Mood:
relaxed
King’s 1074 page tome was not only hard to put down, but given its size and weight, hard to pick up. Two hands for beginners and bend at the knees, people. I had to rest the book on my lap or read at a desk in order to avoid a repetitive injury flare up. Reader’s wrist, anyone?
In his author’s note, Stephen King says, “Nan Graham edited the book down from the original dinosaur to a beast of slightly more manageable size; every page of the manuscript marked with her changes.”
Now that's an inspiring author's note.
This morning I am thankful for breakfast in bed after the chance to wake up without the help of the alarm clock. I am thankful for my family, my friends, my writing buddy, my health and my happiness.
Later today I will be thankful for the big turkey dinner and the fine companionship of a friend and her family who welcome us like their own.
Tomorrow I will be thankful for another day off from work and another chance to sleep late while my husband tackles Mission Black Friday. I will be thankful for the many blessings and good fortune that have been showered upon me. And I will try to remember these in the days ahead.
Happy Thanksgiving.
- Judy Reeves.
"During sessions of solitude, periods of silence, or 'time retreats,' we shun life's chattering distractions and simply notice what is left: ourselves."
- Helen Cordes
"With the rest of the world pared away, a clear vision of long-buried beliefs and dreams takes center stage and anything seems possible."
- Margo Rabb
"I have three entire days alone - three pure and rounded pearls."
- Virginia Woolf
I was lucky enough to have four days and the companionship of a rare gem. For me, a writing retreat is a taste of freedom - the freedom to devote my attention to the part of my life that sometimes feels like it's starving.
- Mood:accomplished
The night before last, just after Mr. Man arrived home from work, I noticed this strange odor in my family room. What sludge had my hubby consumed for lunch, I wondered. Now I’m not the Queen and haven’t had the operation, so I too occasionally let a ripper fly, but this smelled worse than anything I’d ever released or had the misfortune to breathe in. I gave Mr. Man the evil eye and he smirked but protested that it wasn’t him. Like I haven’t heard that before. Well, the kids were playing in the basement, so it wasn’t them, and unless my body had started letting off without my being aware of it, (is that something that happens after you turn 40?) it certainly wasn’t me. So that left the dog.
That’s right, blame it on the dog. However, this did not smell like Bella’s usual brand. It was toxic enough to make my eyes water. Hmm, could it be that dog chew treat that I’d given her today? Was she experiencing digestive issues? What else could it be?
I chucked the chewy in the trash and the offensive smelling dog outside so that she could convert her gas into a solid. Luckily for her, it was a mild November evening.
When bedtime rolled around, I let Bella back inside but she brought the stink in with her. Man, this was potent gas! Concerned that she had tummy troubles, I had her lie down and roll over and I gave her belly a rub.
Well, I nearly died! The smell almost knocked me out. And now it was on my hands. “That smells like skunk,” Mr. Man said, ever helpful.
So I chucked her outside again, jumped on the internet to find out how to get rid of skunk smell. What fun! 11:30 at night, we bathed the poor dog in a potion of Hydrogen Peroxide, baking soda and dishwashing liquid and then hosed her off. I toweled her dry as best I could then put her in the laundry room where it’s cozy and warm.
But in the morning the smell lingered. The poor dog couldn’t stand her own fragrance so when I let her outside, she rolled in dog poop. Feces-on-the-neck beats Eau de Skunk according to golden retrievers. So for a second bath, this time with another remedy gleaned from the internet. Apparently, Listerine battles skunk breath as well as gingivitis. Now the house and Bella smell minty fresh with only a slight skunkish undertone. Methinks another bath is on the cards for us today.
Hopefully, Bella has learned her lesson and will skirt away from skunks from now on.
But as you know, every cloud has a silver lining. My writing exercise this week involves tackling a Fibonacci poem. I got the idea from Writer’s Digest magazine and thought it would be fun to try. I found the skunk debacle most inspiring, so here’s my 6 line fib. Enjoy, its skunkalicious!
Skunk
Spray
Pee-ew!
Poor Bella
Stinking up the house
Listerine bath fixed her fragrance
Adorable little stinkers!
ANGRY MANAGEMENT by Chris Crutcher
Welcome to Mr. Nak’s Angry Management group where you’ll meet big Angus, disfigured Sarah, Montana the cheerleader gone goth, Matt Miller the WWJD and Marcus James the school’s token kid. Come and join the misfits, the victims, the heroes. You’ll fit right in.
Chris Crutcher’s Angry Management is raw, intense and powerful. The stories grab you by the heart and the throat and shake you like a rag doll. Crutcher wrenches and uplifts you as insecurity, anger, hate and prejudice carry you away alongside love, freedom, power and hope.
After I finished reading it, I dabbed my eyes, blew my nose and remembered to breathe again.
“If we could learn to like ourselves, even a little, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.” - John Steinbeck
"Forgiveness is the fragrance the Violet leaves on the heel that has crushed it."
- Mark Twain
How green is my garden?
Frog green
Cicada green
Rosemary green
Coleus green
Creeping jenny green
Ivy green (poison and English)
Hummingbird green
Are you green with envy?
Now you may be wondering about the frog-green seeing as not all gardens have frogs. Ours certainly didn’t but then my husband decided that our back garden needed a pond. His sales pitch for the pond revolved more around our turtle Toby and how it would be nice for Toby to spring, summer and fall outdoors rather than in the gigantic tank on our kitchen bay windowsill. And so the project began and funnily enough, evolved into a two-tiered water feature, with fountain, paved patio, fish and a frog.
How the frog came to be in the pond is something of a mystery. My husband had only just finished digging the hole for the pond liners and put them into position, filling them with water to see how they’d lie. Then we had two weekends of rain and no further work done on the pond project. When he went to lay pavers and frame out the small patio, he discovered our guest. So how does a frog just happen by? Was Frog hopping through our garden on his way to visit Rat and Badger in the woods two houses down and across the road when he saw the oasis under construction and decided to move in?
I don’t know the how of it all, but I like having him around. He’s kinda cute in a slimy green way and the kids have named him Frogger. Our golden, Bella, either hasn’t noticed Frogger, or hasn’t considered chasing him like she does the rabbits, chipmunks and squirrels. She has, however, been reprimanded quite sharply for mistaking Toby’s Water Park (under construction) for Bella’s Swim Club.
It will be interesting to see if Toby and Frogger will be fast friends. The pond needs a couple more weekend’s of work before it’ll be ready. I’ll let you know how the introductions go.
Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
- Mood:
satisfied
According to the dictionary, a vacation is defined as: “leisure time away from work devoted to rest or pleasure.”
According to some other folk, a vacation is:
“what you take when you can no longer take what you've been taking.” -- Earl Wilson
“having nothing to do and all day to do it in.” -- Robert Orben
According to me, a summer vacation involves sleeping late, reading books, relaxing on the beach, listening to the ocean, playing tennis, flying kites, throwing schedules and chores out the window, laughing and horsing around with the kids, and sighing with contentment.
Our Bethany vacation certainly lived up to all the definitions above.
Of course, no matter how marvelous the vacation, there is no feeling quite like coming home.
“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” -- Nelson Mandela
And like James Brown, “I feel good.”
Whoops! This was supposed to be a regular Monday post.
Okay, I'll try to do better.
I discovered today's poem while listening to Book the Thirteenth in A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, while driving to swimming lessons. I'm quite taken with it.
The Night Has A Thousand Eyes
By Francis William Bourdillon (b.1852)
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.
In closing I'd like to send a shout out to Jennie and Frans De Groot in New Zealand. Thanks for your support and encouragement. And no worries about not leaving comments on the blog, your emails and phone calls serve just fine.
I'd like to quote a recent email from Jennie:
- Location:dining room table
From New York Times Best Seller author, Steve Berry:
"All writers have a little voice in their head that drives them forward. Listen to it."
"You have to stay with it. I made up my mind that somebody's name was going to be on the cover of a book, and it might as well be mine."
The revisions to my picture book project are far from complete but I believe the manuscript needs to rest and rise before I can significantly improve on what I have. I'm pleased with the progress I've made over the last couple of weeks but the little man (my muse) needs to go off and find the file on how to solve some of the remaining issues.
So now I'm about to tackle the revision process for my MG fantasy adventure. Ack! I'm standing at the base of the Drakensberg mountains and I'm not sure how to get to the top. Step by step right? Choose a path and get hiking.

The step by step thing made me think about Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life and so, rather than start on my revisions, I decided to read the chapter on plot.
Anne writes: “Plot grows out of character. If you focus on who the people in your story are, if you sit and write about two people you know and are getting to know better day by day, something is bound to happen.”
Lamott says that we need to find out what our characters care the most about because then we'll realize what's at stake. Something must be at stake for there to be tension. Without tension the reader will not turn the page. "Think of a hockey player- there had better be a puck out there on the ice, or he is going to look pretty ridiculous.”
Because I am such a fan of lists, I am going to list what is at stake for all of my characters, minor ones too. This will give me (and the little man) something to think about as I read through my draft and make the easy changes. This will be my analysis, list and sticky note phase of revisions. Before I can get the revisions started, I need to find out where I stand.
- Location:library
- Mood:
hopeful
I have been home from my writing retreat for close on two weeks now and I have spent a lot of time thinking about my picture book project. Thinking and pre-writing. Maybe pre-revision-writing is a more accurate term. Anyway, I thought I'd share some of my process with you. I started off with an analysis phase - the what's wrong and why and how to fix it.
THINGS I NEED TO FIX
1. CHARACTERIZATION:
- give the reader reasons to care about the main character
- make MC memorable
- give MC flaws so that he can grow
- Cynthia Lord gives her character’s three traits that she doesn’t admire so that she can hurt them
2. VOICE
- use voice and word choice to make MC memorable
- voice should be engaging, arouse emotion, reveal MC (or his emotional mood) and match the intended audience
3. PLOT
- episodic – create smoother transitions to link and develop these “episodes” so that the story flows and isn’t so anecdotal
4. PACE
- there is no build just one event after another
5. CONFLICT
- things going wrong for mc but no character growth because he has no flaws
THE 1-2-3 OF HOW I LEARNT WHAT NEEDED TO BE FIXED: (because I like to give credit where credit is due)
NESCBWI “Many Voices” 2009 Conference
1. Manuscript critique by Mark McVeigh
2. Keynote address: Cynthia Lord
3. Picture book workshop by Toni Buzzeo and Jen Ward
I have my work cut out for me, don’t I? At least I have a plan.
- Location:library
- Mood:
contemplative
We will be able to squeeze in a morning session before we head off. I am going to let my picture book manuscript come out and play. It received a very constructive critique at the NESCBWI conference from Mark McVeigh, and Toni Buzzeo and Jen Ward's workshop gave me a multitude of revision ideas.
Tally Ho!
Ps. Thank you Kelly and Jenn. You are awesome retreaters.
- Location:NH
Color me accomplished!
- Location:NH
- Mood:
jubilant
Depeche Mode in my left ear, the song of the woods in my right. Boulder beneath me, branches above me and the breeze all around.
"In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave."
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! The music and the lyrics tug at me. Nudge me. They are perfect for a story that has been buzzing around inside my head.
Stop!
Wait!
I only have two chapter left to write in my current WIP. Don't get distracted by something shiny and new. Stick to the plan.
But the buzzing is so loud!
Solution - I'll do some pre-writing for the new story while I'm sitting on this rock. Then when I get back to the townhouse I'll work on my WIP.
Sounds like a plan.
- Location:NH
- Mood:creative
- Music:In Your Room - Depeche Mode


