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Not Grief Proof: April 13, 2016

It’s April 13 again.

Twenty-one years ago today, I was reeling. My fiance, Tim Simmons, had just died as a result of cystic fibrosis. He was thirty-two; I was twenty-five, and I thought my life was effectively over. How could I ever love again?

But that’s what Tim wanted me to do. I knew, because he said it from the first. He made me promise that if someone else came along who wanted to love me, and he was a decent guy, not to push him away.

Tim, I kept the promise, and, over two decades later, you are still a warm sad glow in my soul. I’ll never regret the time we had, and you will always be entwined with what is best in me…like writing, my childrens’ laughter, my ability to give myself fully in love, and to stand for myself when I need to.

Is there someone you grieve for today?

Someone who made you better by sharing a part of their life with you?

Drop me a line – it’s a good day to remember…

Writing:

  • Write remaining A-Z Boldly Go expansion stories. Moving along here; Trip and T’Pol have lots to say, and they aren’t the shy, retiring type. 12/26;A-J; M, and P drafted, sometimes adapting previously written material.

Plotting:

  • The IDIC Romance: Complete plot/pinch points for 26 stories stories, as needed to complete writing goal above. I’m deciding on a case by case basis as I go. Through T, if I choose to use them; 20/26 complete.

  • Keep eyes open; plan Story A Day May Kifo Island stories, purchase ebook if available before month’s end. Nothing just yet; watching.

Revisions:

  • Complete revisions for “Peach Liqueur Love”. Brainstorming; including possible title change. This goal may change; I seem to have missed the contest deadline it was associated with.

  • The IDIC Romance: Revisions as needed to complete writing goal above. Currently revised through J.

Blogging/Social Media:

  • Answer blog comments and make visits, at least every other day. I think I’m back on track here.

  • ROW80: Keep visits and updates current; draft, revise, and submit Round Two Sponsor Post. Done.

  • Blogging From A-Z:Complete all Minioning duties in a timely manner. Still a bit off pace, but things are settling back to normal now.

  • Maintain email at below 333 messages; making good use of folders. Incredibly, yes!

  • FanFiction.net: Answer story comments at least twice weekly. None yet this week.

Hometending:

  • Homeschool Administration: Complete all pending paperwork. Discussed my Grand Plan with my Accomplice. Now to enact it…
  • Continue decluttering/beautification projects; in home and/or yard, five days weekly. Continue making improvements to our home and our quality of life. General maintenance; organization; decluttering. 2/5. Mostly basic stuff and unpacking.
  • Go through all online subscriptions; cancel those we no longer need; at least one each week. Discussed options with my Accomplice; he’s willing to help. WAHOO!!!

Lifetending:

  • Continue planning/ attending outings (personal and family) as desired. Annalise has a birthday party/sleepover planned for later in the month; summer plans in discussion.

  • NNWM local group: Attend write-ins regularly, and check in on the Facebook group as inspired. submit “Peach Liqueur Love”, and critique as possible for our small crit group. Write in at Professor Java’s. Critiquing is on hold for the moment; I’ll resume once I get my equilibrium post travel- which is getting closer to reality.
  • My beloveds: One on one time with each, doing something of value to us both, each week. Snuggles, conversations, canoodling, videos.

Selftending:

  • Write in Abundance, Intentions, and #onegoodcup journals seven times each week. Meditate seven times weekly. Explore one new meditative practice. Journaling 3/7; meditation: 3/7. I’ve chosen my new practice; more on that next week.

  • Tai chi practice: One class and one at-home practice each week.

  • Swim twice, at least 500 meters (10 complete laps at Y pool).

  • Focus on sprints of activity daily (hometending, dancing, tai chi, walking, whatever), and more strenuous activities I enjoy, like swimming and hiking, twice monthly. Hometending sprints; 1 /2 strenuous.
  • Read: Smart Change and Gift From the Sea. SC: 57%; GFTS: 39% – unchanged.

Leaps of Faith:

  • Fan fiction stuff: Offer 26 stories at fanfiction.net. 10/26 stories submitted; getting mostly good, and mostly useful, feedback. =D

  • Initial beta reading of Stained by Ashes. Not sure I can get to this during April, which is why it’s here.

  • Play with website building. Brief exploration of Weebly’s site.

Kait Nolan’s  ROW80  –

The Writing Challenge That Knows You Have a Life!

See other participants’ goals updates here!

And because Tim always preferred laughter to tears…the lighter side of proof!

 

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“You Took Them From Me”: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to

Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

And, if you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

I’m 1000 words into my April CampNaNoWriMo novel draftting, and my first main character is already speaking to me in a clear and surprising voice that seems just right for him. I’ve set him aside, for the time being, to do this post, but I’m itching to get back to him, and to get to know the other two people with whom he shares his story. As I type this on Friday afternoon, with all the things I need to do today swirling in my  head, my Blogging From A-Z Challenge,“A” post, Arachnid Nebula”, is up and ready for your reading pleasure. =) Wish I could say the same for the next 25 posts, but “B” is nearly ready, and the rest of the alphabet is in the dressing room, in various states of sheveldness.  It’ll all work out, although there may be some arms tangled in sleeves, poor fits, broken zippers, and bad color choices along the way!

Right now, though, it’s time for my next snippet from my serialized short story, “A Splash of Red”. This surreal fantasy story is the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the eight-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above. She’s found a talisman of sorts, and a boulder that sparks memories they share.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

“You Took Them From Me”

She tries to resist. I can feel her even before her clenched words come forth. “You took them from me. The buffalo; the desert, the ocean. You took them all, and you kept them for yourself. I dreamed them, and you – you stole them!”

The hawks wheel in the hopeful sky, in the truth of her words, vivid with sharp menace. They cry out, one echoing the other, and there is cruel laughter in it.

Why does the child think the woman stole buffalo, desert, and ocean?

Is she right?

Are the hawks laughing, and, if so, why?

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

Come on back next week to find out more!

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review,  which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer. Until then, may your week be delightful! =D

 

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Food, Fascination, Flight: #LoIsInDaBl Day 27 and #SoCS

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: the word ‘food’

Come join in – there’s just a few simple rules. Check out the #SoCS hashtag, or Get more SoCS right here!

This is also my entry for today’s Love Is In Da Blog. Today’s prompt is Goodbye Love.

Food, Fascination, Flight: #LoIsInDaBl Day 27 and #SoCS

One year ago, I was sitting on a hard plastic chair in the Portland, Oregon airport, surrounded by my family and our luggage. We had about 20 minutes before we would board the first of two planes home, and, since we’d had extremely spotty internet access for the whole of our trip, I had my laptop out and was catching up on Facebook when I read something that shifted my reality.

Leonard Nimoy was dead.

Of Ambassador V’Lar, T’Pol told Captain Archer. “Vulcans don’t have heroes.” She went on to explain that the older woman had set her on a course that led her to Enterprise.

For T’Pol, Ambassador V’Lar’s existence reshaped her life, made her someone she wouldn’t have been, otherwise.

Vulcans don’t have heroes, but humans do.

I do.

I can say with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t be who I am without Leonard Nimoy.

I can also say that I’m not remotely alone.

I wouldn’t be who I am without Vulcans – and Vulcans wouldn’t be who they are – who they became – without Leonard.

They could just be token aliens. It was Leonard who demanded – of others, and himself – that Spock be allowed his own unique dignity, and to be not just that guy with the pointed ears, but a real being – an alien among humans. A being who will always be different, but is no less real, of no lesser value.

For me, as a thirteen year old who was often outcast and alien in school and at home, Spock was my lifeline, my fascination.

Maybe that’s why, even though I don’t like to fly (I have a very powerful urge to not fall!), it felt natural and right to spend the day of Leonard’s death traversing the sky, as close as I will ever come to space travel. As I looked at the frozen Great Lakes below me many hours later, I felt – kinship? Leonard’s spirit? The immensity of being, and my own tiny place within it?

I don’t know. Maybe there aren’t really any words for what I felt. Maybe it was something deeper than language, deeper even than poetry.

Food for thought (OK, that was a cheap way to get food into this not at all food oriented post, but it’s time to shift to something a bit sweeter).

Maple syrup is sweet.

What does maple syrup have to do with Leonard Nimoy’s death?

Maybe nothing. Except that, when I got up this morning, one year later, my husband was watching a segment on maple syrup making on This Old House. And that reminded me not only that it’s syruping time again here in upstate New York, but also of the maple syrup tour our homeschoolgroup took a few years back. So, on the tail end of a bittersweet post, a little extra dose of the sweet stuff.

Annalise and local bestie Gabrielle five years ago, at the sap boiling station for ‘sugaring off”.
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A Precognitive Song Lyric Sunday and #LoIsInDaBl Day 21

Why, hello once again! Are you ready to play with music? I am! Today’s Love Is In Da Blog  prompt is to share a song I loved as a child. So, in conjunction with Song Lyric Sunday, let’s travel back in time to the middle of the 1970s, to when I was a little, little girl…

So, in the title, I mentioned precognition. That’s because my song for today was surprisingly accurate in predicting my life, in ways I never imagined when I was a four year old.

Rocky Mountain High

He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
you might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
it keeps changing fast, and it don’t last for long.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
he saw everything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes.
His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand
the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear,
of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
more people, more scars upon the land.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
I know he’d be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly,
Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

Written by John Denver and Mike Taylor (and one of Colorado’s two official state songs,  which I didn’t know before now).

From A-Z Lyrics

I remember sitting on the floor in the living room, with my ear pressed against the speaker of the my parents’ cabinet stereo/bar. I was intrigued by the imagery of this song (imagery and words have been moving forces in my life since I was in my crib), and the hints of deeper meanings and messages it contained.


I wasn’t sure what “cathedral mountains” were, but I could feel the magic there, and I couldn’t understand why anyone would stop being someone’s friend because they’d done something like trying to touch the sun. Even then, I knew I wanted friends that would support me when I did the daring and crazy thing, and understand that sometimes you just have to.

Sitting on that floor in upstate New York, in the tiny village where I’d lived my whole life, I couldn’t know that, in the winter of my own twenty-seventh year, I would be on a train, in the Colrado Rockies, heading for a job in a place where I knew absolutely no one. For the first time in my life, I was right there, and I could see the beauty, the dangers, and the magic. I even saw my first bald eagles soaring above a river.

When I reached the Grand Canyon, and my new job, I met the man I’d marry just over six months later. My life as I now know it simply wouldn’t exist without that decision to go west.

What songs do you remember from childhood? Want to join in?

Here are the “rules”…

  • Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  • I’ve started including who wrote the song. (I think it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due)
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.

May your day, week, and be filled with love in all its many facets.

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Only Peace: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

And, if you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

Things are falling more into place this week, although there have been a couple of surprises that are like ripples in the flow of life, in a good way. After the marathon of story creation and revision, and a deadline met, I’m delighted to be finding little glimmers of ordinariness.

One part of my ordinary life is Eight Sentence Sunday, where I‘m sharing A Splash of Red” in its entirety. This surreal fantasy story the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the eight-sentence snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above…but just who are these two to one another? And what about those hawks?

When we left last week, the little girl had run off into the woods, and the woman is threatened by the hawks’ attacks….

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

Only Peace

I must find her. If I don't, and she's lost – or if she's dead – 

If she's lost, she'll never heal – and she must, before I can.

Panic closes my windpipe.  No. Flow.  Let the air flow; let my energy flow, in peace. Only peace 
can stand in the path of those cruel talons and shredding beaks.

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets (chronologically from beginning):

Will peace be enough?

Will the woman escape the hawks?

Will she find the little girl?

Can they heal together?

Come on back next week to find out more!

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review,  which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer!

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Whispering Strangles: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all, or pick a few like leftover holiday memories….

And, if you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

I was away last week, busily finishing up a short story for a contest deadline. I’m happy with the results, and might even have good news to share in June. But that was last week; this week, I offer you the next eight sentences of A Splash of Red”, a surreal fantasy story, the child of my own life and dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above…but just who are these two to one another? And what about those hawks?

When we left our woman and child two weeks back, the little girl had vanished into the woods, and the woman is realizing her power and the child’s vulnerability, and her belief that she was responsible for the hawks’ attacks….

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

Whispering Strangles

I know better now. I remember my t’ai chi practice. Yes.

I drop my fist, relax my stance. Not resistance.

Flow.

Flowing, I run, seeking a splash of red and long golden hair.

A new whispering strangles the air, and a heavy, crushing shadow dives down into the trees – it cries out with Mother’s voice, layered over those who had screamed at her. Her screams are tearing pain, beaks and talons stripping my blooded carcass…stripping me…stripping the little girl I was of meat and life –

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets:

 Come back next week for another installment!

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review,  which is edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer!

Want more #8Sunday?

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Fueled By My Rage: #WeWriWa #8Sunday

 

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all, or pick a few like little treasures….

And, if you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

This week, I offer you the next nine sentences of “A Splash of Red”, a surreal fantasy story, the child of my own life and my dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above…but just who are these two to one another? And what about those hawks?

When we left our woman and child last week, the hawks screamed, the little girl vanished into the woods, and the woman is paralyzed where she stands by her fear.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

Fueled By My Rage

The shadow of a hawk passes over me, blocking the sun, making me shiver as though I’m naked beneath its glare –

“No!” I shake my fist, and the hawks drop lower, fueled by my rage. I am an adult now. I’m not defenseless anymore. I’ve learned things, and I have resources. I’m strong. Once, I was a child, powerless to stop them. Once, I thought too that I deserved the attacks, that I had earned them.

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets (from beginning):


Will the woman be able to find the girl?

Will she even try?

Will she earn the little girl’s trust?

Exactly what are the hawks hunting?

Come on back next week to find out more!

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer!

Want more #8Sunday?