tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505466967274443402024-03-14T01:04:20.196-05:00Scribbles and ShortsThe scrambled notes of a writer.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-17359817298278926242019-06-28T14:23:00.000-05:002019-06-30T08:10:09.609-05:00This blog isn’t the only thing collecting dust.I haven’t been writing.<br />
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I’ve been reading though. More now that it’s summer and the library’s summer reading program kicked in. (Yes, summer reading program. That thing we use to do as kids we when turn in a log of books we’ve read and get to look in the prize box? They do it for adults. I can have a BOGO Chipotle coupon just for reading five books I would’ve read anyway? Yes, please!)<br />
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There are some really good books out there guys. Character growth galore and storylines that are just awesome. I read a book last night, a good chunk of it, all the way to the end and didn’t notice that it was four in the morning because I was so into it.<br />
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And I realized it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way about one of my own stories.<br />
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I feel like plots slip through my fingers like trying to grip a handful of sand too hard. The idea is there but by the time I carry it anywhere it’s just a dusting of sand on my hands. The kind you brush off without a second thought. Not exciting. You can’t build a sandcastle with dust.<br />
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But I’m not going to even get the chance to build anything if I don’t even take myself to the beach.<br />
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Are you keeping up with me? I’m sorry. I went to bed at 4 this morning.<br />
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I’m doing two things next month. Camp NaNo, with a very vague idea with the goal of to just have fun, and Dungeons and Dragons. I’m am actually really excited about that one even though I have no idea how it’s going to go but more on that later.<br />
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The fun awaits, everyone. Go build your castles.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-36662576336066472732018-10-31T22:17:00.001-05:002018-10-31T22:20:47.125-05:00Brace yourselves, NaNo is coming...In just a few short hours I will be embarking in the yearly month of caffeine driven brain farts and hand cramps, also known as National Novel Writing Month. For some (that’s me) 50000 words in one month can be stressful. It’s time to lay down some ground rules for myself.<br />
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<li style="color: #454545; font-family: ".SF UI Text"; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 17pt;">Don’t make yourself stay up late. You love staying up late. But the less sleep you get the more likely you’ll stop to stare at the page and write an amount of words that wasn’t worth it. Sound familiar? Seriously, GET YOUR SLEEP.</span></li>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-6296001390571721232018-01-27T09:02:00.000-06:002018-01-27T09:02:08.037-06:00I did the thing!I'm awesome at starting things. I get ideas and I plan and I research and I get so pumped. It's like the first day the pools open in summer. It's refreshing. I jump in with both feet.<br />
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But then the pool gets crowded, all the floaties are taken, and your goggles start fogging up. You get out to try jumping in again but things keep floating where you're about to jump and your suit is all wet and heavy and...<br />
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I digress. My point is that while ideas are new and exciting it takes a lot of work to keep that momentum up. Life happens, you get to a hard part of the plot, new ideas, other goals and deadlines, and unsurpassable plot holes, just to name a few.<br />
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So when I wrote the closing scene of a story that I had going for years IT WAS SUCH A RELIEF. I'd been fighting with ideas for this thing, letting other ideas get me distracted, and just plain life happened so there are plenty of months where it just collected dust but it was always on my mind.<br />
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Finishing it was like when you finally drag yourself out of the pool and relax on your towel. It's like breaking open that cooler you packed and getting yourself a snack. Like getting comfortable with a good book while the sun warms you back up.<br />
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I mean that it's reaaaally nice to not have my brain running on one thing now. I've gotten distracted by how much fun it is to start things that I've forgotten how cool it is to finish them. Perhaps I need a Lazy River Method. You know, those skinny pools that go in a circle around a water park? How people get in and just float but the currant keeps them moving around and around that part of the park? I need a way to stay relaxed about a project but be always moving forward.<br />
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Anywho, I hope I figure something out soon because while it's nice here on my beach towel for now that pool is looking mighty tempting again.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-80579946535275520012018-01-03T21:12:00.000-06:002018-01-03T21:12:05.044-06:00What's New?New day, new month, new year.<br />
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Its that time of year where people turn over their figurative leaves in hopes of bringing good changes into their lives. Or perhaps hope to do something cool that they never tried before so as to broaden their horizons.<br />
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Or perhaps theres some people I know *cough me cough* that make bold statements and follow through with them in rose colored glasses.... for all of two weeks or so when they then throw all their motivation into the void.<br />
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I've stopped making resolutions. I use to be really big on it. I even had a notebook one year (or one month if you want to be precise about it). But I never kept with them, these resolutions.<br />
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That doesn't mean I've stopped trying new things or trying to better myself through whatever means. It's just now I'm finding new ways to motivate myself since essentially writing myself rules to follow was not working.<br />
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New things are coming to this blog. (How many times have you heard that though? Ha.) Maybe not with any regularity or consistent content themes but they're coming and they'll be here. Just keep me away from any voids.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-5050780907351459852017-10-31T10:35:00.000-05:002017-10-31T10:35:21.196-05:00This Kind of DarkSomething about the dark.<br />
That 'too dark' dark. You blink but nothing changes kind of dark.<br />
Can't see your own hand kind of dark.<br />
You go to bed at night? You can handle that dark. Shadows unnerve you there but they're welcome because a shadow lingering means a light's presence. <br />
The moon, a street lamp, not in this kind of dark.<br />
A window means no mercy in this kind of dark.<br />
No familiar shapes in this kind of dark.<br />
It's like a wrapping paper on a present your not sure you want to see inside. It's a knife in a hand you don't trust. This kind of dark is not what gives you pause.<br />
It's what's behind it.<br />
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<i>Happy Halloween everyone. :). Stay safe.</i>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-40097593037419780412017-10-22T13:29:00.000-05:002017-10-22T13:29:31.591-05:00Haunted Drabble #2<div style="color: #454545; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal;">
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-8251100243872412642017-10-07T22:48:00.000-05:002017-10-07T22:48:51.348-05:00October Scribbles - Haunted DrabblesOctober seems to be the month that gets my creative juices flowing. It must be the NaNoWriMo in the air. Being involved with two writer's groups must help too.<div>
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We've been taking inspiration from all things creepy because Halloween is on the brain, so I thought why not post some of the spooky things that come from this? Last week, in the high school writer's club I co-lead, we played with six word stories. I'll leave you with the two I came up with. Happy reading/writing/NaNo Planning and Plotting/spooking.</div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-68466767944656810962017-04-03T20:41:00.000-05:002017-04-03T20:41:22.739-05:00Ants In Your Pants- A to Z Challenge 2017 #1"What are you doing?"<br />
"Picking up rolly pollys."<br />
Tony leaned over to see them skittering over Lizzie's hand just as the teacher blew the whistle.<br />
"Here." Lizzie pulled on his pocket and stuffed her buggy hand in.<br />
"Eww!"<br />
"Be still! I don't have enough room in my pockets."<br />
"You're taking these inside? To the classroom?"<br />
"Yeah. How else am I gonna get them home?"<br />
Tony rolled his eyes and helped her.<br />
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Inside, they both agreed to empty their pencil boxes and make a home for their new friends.<br />
"Get your books ready and remember the desk check for points later."<br />
The messy prone groaned while the organizers pumped fists. Tony and Lizzie gave eachother a look. If they took their stuff out and stuck it in their desk then they would cost their group points. Lizzie sat down carefully and Tony followed suit.<br />
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They got through the day, got their groups points, and Lizzie was ready to rush out the door when her name was called. Her mom asked how her day was while trying not to notice her wiggle in her seat.<br />
Homework. <i>Wiggle. </i>Dinner. <i>Scratch. </i>How could these little things be so itchy?<br />
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"Ok. Off to the shower."<br />
"Ok!" She all but ran from the table.<br />
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As soon as she was ready for the shower she felt better. Lizzie peeked into her pockets and nudged the little bugs around and they rolled back and forth but eventually uncurled themselves and moved around.<br />
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"Ok, good. Just stay put. You're almost home."<br />
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Her mother came in and over the sound of the water running on Lizzie's head she could hear a muffled scream.<br />
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"Elizabeth Jane! Why are there bugs in your pants?"<br />
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"Mom! Don't step on them! Don't step on them!"<br />
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"You are NOT keeping these in my house. You will get out of that shower and get these outside."<br />
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"Ah man..."<br />
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Perhaps she could get a box to keep them in her desk at school. Maybe she would ask later. She didn't think now was the time.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-31145645823472724672017-03-21T16:48:00.001-05:002017-03-21T16:53:22.606-05:00A to Z Challenge Theme: A Turn of PhraseWelcome to the reveal of my theme for the A to Z Challenge!<br />
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For those who may be new to this, The A to Z Challenge (http://www.a-to-Z Challenge.com/) is a blogging challenge where you post once a day (except for Sundays, with the exception of the 30th this time) and each post must correspond with the days letter. For example, your first post would be A and so you could write about air, anteaters, April (the month or Ludgate). It's up to you!<br />
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Now as for themes, they are not required. I like to have on though, because it keeps me on track and they're fun! So without further ado, my theme is......<br />
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A TURN OF PHRASE!<br />
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Do you have butterflies in your stomach? Do you wear your heart on your sleeve? Each of my posts will be a short flash fiction based on a phrase that you may have heard used to describe a feeling or action in a more colorful way.<br />
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I'm looking forward to getting started!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-87505071794023867552017-03-20T14:39:00.002-05:002017-03-20T14:39:41.727-05:00Week of the Writer Wrap UpA glorious week of reading, writing, and relaxing has come to an end. I'm currently posting this on break from work actually. A severe hit from reality if you ask me.<div>
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Later this evening I'll be posting the reveal of my A to Z Challenge theme! I had the week to come up with the letters and I have most of them down. All that's left to do is write the posts. I'm looking forward to it and checking out everyone else's posts too.</div>
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Because working doesn't mean I can't daydream, you know.</div>
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-32854763724842276382017-03-16T12:39:00.002-05:002017-03-16T12:39:54.045-05:00Week of the Writer: Day 4It's another day in the Week of the Writer. This one will be short. I'm currently taking up post in my cousin's place having a Harry Potter movie marathon. Currently on 'Goblet of Fire'. I'm winning at the nerd game right now.<br />
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I did do some writing yesterday. Not much but it was better than nothing. I imagine that very little will get done today so I'm hesitant to set a goal. Perhaps I'll make a point to write some more and share a line or two tomorrow.<br />
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Until then, Harry's fighting a dragon. Better go.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-80177967734666911902017-03-15T06:33:00.000-05:002017-03-15T06:48:59.498-05:00Week of the Writer- Day 2 (Hotel Edition!)Is it really Day 3? I think it's technically Day 3.<br />
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Week of the Writer continues to be successful! I only have 7 letters that are not filled in for the A to Z Challenge. Which is really good for me. I could go ahead and get started on some of the posts, which isn't cheating right? My NaNoWriMo trained brain wants to say it is but I don't think it is for this challenge.<br />
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I haven't written anymore on my story, but I hope to change that right now. It's currently 6:24 in the morning and I'm sitting in the breakfast room of a hotel working like an actual little adult. (Because I am an adult... But not little.)<br />
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I'm actually really proud of myself. If I didn't get up then I probably wouldn't have gotten my post done by now and I would have rushed it later. I also wouldn't get any writing done. (Because hotel beds equal a sleeping Black Hole.)<br />
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I'll admit that this makes me a little self-conscious though. Not sure why but thinking anyone is watching me do something when I'm not with someone else makes me nervous. (Being in my pajamas still might have something to do with it.) I really want to go back to my room and be lazy but I can't. I'm writing.<br />
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Take that procrastination and unproductivity.<br />
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Tomorrows Challenge:<br />
Get them words on that page.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-10460044396684882302017-03-14T08:10:00.000-05:002017-03-14T08:10:56.260-05:00Week of the Writer- Day 1 Success!I did it! I have a theme and now all that I have to do is look up all my letters. Theme Reveal Day for the Challenge is March 20th so you'll find out what mind is then.<br />
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New challenge!<br />
- Get a bunch of my letters filled in for AtoZ<br />
- Write a good portion of the next scene I have in my head for the story I've been working on for AGES.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-45687673708760778212017-03-13T14:08:00.000-05:002017-03-13T14:10:03.806-05:00Week for the Writer- 2017Its Spring Break! Time for a Week of the Writer!<br />
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One week. A time for focus. A time to push ones self. A time to put my butt in a chair and actually do some stuff.<br />
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Now this is the point where I usually make a list. But this time I think I'll do things just a bit differently. I'm going to name one thing a day and that is what I'll work on. One post every morning and hopefully one completed task before the next post.<br />
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First thing first, what in the world am I going to do for the A to Z Challenge??<br />
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These things creep up on you fast. I haven't really had the time to think about it yet. So I will spend the rest of the day thinking on this and tossing ideas around hopefully, HOPEFULLY, something will stick by tomorrow morning.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-25969743138069971072017-01-14T13:55:00.000-06:002017-01-14T13:55:06.350-06:00Happy Two Week Old New Year!Yeah, I'm a little late on that. But yea! New Year!<br />
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I've tried and failed at a lot of things last year but I'm not disappointed that I tried. If anything, now I have a lot of things to look forward to giving another go at this year.<br />
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Last year I attempted <a href="http://incowrimo.org/" target="_blank">InCoWriMo</a>, and well, while I wrote all my letters I didn't get all the envelopes put together and didn't actually send them out. I'll try again next month!<br />
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In April, there's the <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" target="_blank">AtoZ Blogging Challenge</a> and I didn't even get past E. That one has always been a challenge for and I've never made it to Z but every year I come away with something I'm proud of so I'm definitely giving it another go.<br />
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Around May was <a href="http://www.writersworkout.net/" target="_blank">The Writer's Games</a>. I tried individually and fell behind and I did what I could for the group is was in on the teams portion and they came in fourth. That was awesome! I hope that I can put a better effort into it this year and really pull my weight with the group too.<br />
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I'm always a little on the fence about whether or not I want to try <a href="https://campnanowrimo.org/sign_in" target="_blank">Camp NaNo</a> in either month but sometimes I do. I think (and no, don't remember. Why does that seem so long ago??) I tried it last April and I didn't get too far. I LOVE NaNoWriMo but Camp lacks the community, events, and camaraderie that the official event in November has. I can't seem to write that much in that time without a little push. But I'm willing to give it a go again because another thing I want to do is be able to write a short story every month. Maybe I'll just set my goal to something lower than usual.<br />
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Speaking of <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/dashboard" target="_blank">NaNoWriMo</a>... This year did not go too well for me. It was a struggle just to get to 20k. That was the worse that I had ever done in the history of my NaNo-ing years. I was really disappointed at first but I told myself that it was good that I did even that much or was able to try it at all. At the time my job had me getting up at 5 in the morning and not leaving until around 7 that night. Add one day a week that I use to tutor after that. Yeah, it wasn't great for my sleep much less my writing. But now they found someone for nights and I'm on a tutoring hiatus so several of my hours have come open so assuming that mt hours stay th same next year (I work at a school.) I should be able to pull it off the next time around.<br />
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I'm looking forward to all of these writing endeavors this year. Let's show 2017 who's boss!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-25138029040043881002016-06-29T11:50:00.000-05:002016-06-29T12:28:24.658-05:00Letting a little air in...I haven't been writing lately. I wanted to but I <strike>was able to find every excuse why I couldn't</strike> just never seemed to find the time.<br />
<br />
I was worried. I was always the type to jump from one activity to another (crocheting, latch hook, pottery, those keychain things that you can make with the plastic strings) but writing was always the thing that stuck. I wanted to make a career out of it and here I was making all of the excuses to not do something that I loved.<br />
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So I tried to think. What was different now than when I was writing tons years ago? And what did I remember?<br />
<br />
I remembered sitting at our clunky home computer with my sister and typing out a story together. Printing off chapters of a story to take to school for a friend who took an interest in it. Writing an essay about a renegade pen (long story) and embarrassingly sitting through my teacher reading it to the entire highschool. Doing a class project in college that resulted in a hard back copy of my own and my parents buying extra for assorted aunts and uncles.<br />
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I remember sharing.<br />
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I realized that I haven't even talked to anyone about writing lately. It stopped being a part of my life and more like a thing that was happening to me. That doesn't make sense but I'm not sure how else to word it. My point is that I'd write things and then they would just sit there.<br />
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I'm not saying that I have to have an audience for everything I write. I'm not saying I must be published and paid and applauded for this to be worth it. I think if I could entertain one friend, one family member, one person at all if even for a moment, it would give it so much more life than if I wasted it by letting it sit in a computer file or notebook.<br />
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I was writing yesterday and was loving it. After weeks I was finally going to have something to share with my writers group who seem to honestly enjoy what I'm working on and that makes me happy. It's ok to keep some things to yourself. Some things are meant for that. But you can't put a candle in jar and expect it to keep it to keep burning. It needs some air.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-62403693895382086542016-04-26T07:25:00.002-05:002016-04-26T07:25:08.678-05:00Word of the Day- #5<div class="vk_ans" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto-Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, HelveticaNeue, sans-serif-light, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 36px !important; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px;">
<span data-dobid="hdw">ear</span><sup class="lr_dct_ent_hi" style="font-size: small; position: relative; top: -8px;">1</sup></div>
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<i>noun</i></div>
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the organ of hearing and balance in humans and other vertebrates, especially the external part of this.</div>
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There once was a girl who loved spying<br />
Peeking and sneaking and prying<br />
She would tell what she heard<br />
To all, every word<br />
And no one could keep her from trying<br />
<br />
Her parents were becoming a bore<br />
And of her siblings she could take no more<br />
She thought she was ready<br />
For something more heavy<br />
Or so she thought, at the church's front door<br />
<br />
She excused herself after the preaching<br />
Knowing some go to him for more teaching<br />
Oh, what luck! Door was cracked<br />
Though she was taken aback<br />
When she felt a hand come for her, reaching<br />
<br />
The girl turned fast on her heel<br />
Giving a reason she knew was not real<br />
He just pinched her ear<br />
And whispered 'be careful, dear'<br />
Then left her to decide how to feel<br />
<br />
She went back to sit in the pew<br />
The stranger who pinched her was part of the few<br />
He was leading a song<br />
About little ears doing wrong<br />
What was it this man thought he knew?<br />
<br />
The girl stayed at home now to listen<br />
From her room, or the hall, or the kitchen<br />
Though whatever words she would catch<br />
Would make her have to scratch<br />
Her poor ears! She may have to wear mittens<br />
<br />
The girl just could not stop spying<br />
Though she spent a lot of time crying<br />
With every secret she'd learn<br />
Her ears even hotter would burn<br />
And she'd pull at them by day or while sleeping<br />
<br />
There once was a girl who loved spying<br />
Peeking and sneaking and prying<br />
She would tell what she heard<br />
To all, every word<br />
Even deafness couldn't keep her from tryingSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-64950018949810510372016-04-17T01:17:00.001-05:002016-04-17T01:17:39.606-05:00Word of the Day- #4<div class="vk_ans" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto-Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, HelveticaNeue, sans-serif-light, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 36px !important; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px;">
<span data-dobid="hdw">del·i·ca·tes·sen</span></div>
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<span class="lr_dct_ph">ˌdeləkəˈtes(ə)n/</span></div>
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<i>noun</i></div>
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a store selling cold cuts, cheeses, and a variety of salads, as well as a selection of unusual or foreign prepared foods.</div>
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There he is again. Every time. How is it that we both come to this place at the same time every week? We have a lunch meat schedule. Is that weird to have a schedule for your lunch meat?<br />
Oh shoot.<br />
He's looking at me. He's going to say something. Don't tell him about your lunch meat schedule.<br />
"Hey, we meet again."<br />
"Hi, yeah. I was just thinking the same thing. We must have a lunch meat schedule."<br />
Drat.<br />
He's laughing though. It's fine. Just get your meat and get out of here.<br />
"Ah, Deb. The usual?"<br />
"Yes, please. Thanks, Pierre."<br />
The older man winks at me.<br />
"And Simon?"<br />
"Same as always."<br />
"So dependable you both are."<br />
I watch Pierre get to work then pretend to browse the counter. I'm not going to get anything new. Why even fake it? I'm a creature of habit. I think Pierre would have a heart attack if I tried something different.<br />
He must be concerned I want something else. He's looking at me. I smiled and backed away from the counter.<br />
He watched me do so and nodded his head one way, trying to get me to look at something.<br />
"Oh, nothing else today. I'm a creature of habit, you know that." I laughed.<br />
"No..." He nodded again and mouthed 'Simon'.<br />
I looked at the man who was busying himself at another display.<br />
'Simon?' I mouthed back.<br />
He nodded emphatically and jerked his head in his direction again.<br />
'No.' I laughed.<br />
He nodded.<br />
'No.' I added the serious eyes this time.<br />
A mischievous smile came to Pierre's face. "Simon, come."<br />
I suddenly became really interested in something directly behind me and away from them.<br />
"All wrapped and ready for eating." said Pierre.<br />
I dared to look up and saw him look at me over Simon's head. I shook my head at him and he did a horrible job at suppressing a laugh.<br />
Simon started out the door but stopped not too far away from me.<br />
"Deb, right?"<br />
"Oh, yep."<br />
"I was thinking about putting another of Pierre's delicacies on my usual line up. You wouldn't happen to be able to help taste though a couple options? Next week maybe?"<br />
Wait, what?<br />
"Uh, sure. I'm kind of great at testing tastes. I have a very delicate palate. Not to brag."<br />
He laughed. "Awesome. See you next week."<br />
I went to the counter to get my things and Pierre was suspiciously quiet until I was almost to the door.<br />
"I told you-"<br />
"Don't you dare."<br />
He laughed me out of the store.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-63477727352227119622016-04-17T01:09:00.001-05:002016-04-17T01:09:39.828-05:00Word of the Day #3<div>
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<span data-dobid="hdw">col·li·sion</span></div>
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<span class="lr_dct_ph">kəˈliZHən/</span></div>
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<i>noun</i></div>
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<strong>1</strong>. </div>
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an instance of one moving object or person striking violently against another.</div>
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A violent strike from another thing</div>
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A K.O. punch in a boxer's ring</div>
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A car that's suddenly too hard to steer</div>
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A rock that came into our atmosphere</div>
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That's what my thoughts have come to be</div>
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What does life have in store for me</div>
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-45655260675926922882016-04-04T20:37:00.003-05:002016-04-04T20:37:28.788-05:00Word of the Day- #2<div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">
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<span data-dobid="hdw">bag</span></div>
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<span class="lr_dct_ph">baɡ/</span></div>
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<i>noun</i></div>
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plural noun: <b>bags</b></div>
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<strong>1</strong>. </div>
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a container made of flexible material with an opening at the top, used for carrying things.</div>
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"brown paper bags"</div>
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<strong>2</strong>. </div>
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the amount of game shot by a hunter.</div>
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She's too busy. Rushing up and down the aisles, looking but not seeing anyone in front of her. Her eyes look tired, bags underneath.</div>
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Perfect.<br />
She's checking out. The cashier bags her things as I bag my own in the self check out lane. Setting my own pace. Setting it to hers. She has too many bags. Too many to carry but I see her try anyway.</div>
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Perfect.</div>
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My own things fit in my pocket. The pocket that's not already full. She has a mini van. Of course she does. It's near the back. She opens the side door instead of the trunk. I empty my other pocket. I reach in the door behind her and hold the clothe to her nose. She struggles. Not much with me braced behind her. She slumps. I tuck her feet in.</div>
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Perfect.</div>
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I look up as I close the door on her. Someone walks past us. I wonder if I'd been seen. I don't stay to find out.</div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Two cars. No lights. Radios on, but silenced. They stepped out of the cars and up the short path.</span></div>
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A knock on the door is customary. It might draw the suspect out or at the very least make them panic and they'll hear them try to run. No such luck here.</div>
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"Sir." One of the others calls and he joins him around the back where he's standing next to a cellar door.</div>
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"Open?"</div>
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He nods. The other nods back and puts a hand on his gun the other hand brings up a flashlight.</div>
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The cellar door gets opened and the light scans the small space inside. A heavy smell hits him. He steps back and sighs, speaks roughly into his radio.</div>
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"We're going to need a crew here. Tell them to bring some bags."</div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-30450301522660384042016-04-02T00:08:00.000-05:002016-04-02T00:14:07.217-05:00Word of the Day- 1Abacus<br />
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<span class="lr_dct_ph">ˈabəkəs/</span></div>
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<i>noun</i></div>
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<strong>1</strong>. </div>
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an oblong frame with rows of wires or grooves along which beads are slid, used for calculating.</div>
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I'm not sure how an abacus works</div>
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It's sure to drive me berserk</div>
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If I took the lead</div>
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To learn of these beads</div>
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I don't think that it has any perks</div>
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I'm sure that it could help with counting</div>
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And now curiosity's mounting</div>
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I have to go now</div>
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So that I can learn how</div>
<div class="_Jig" style="font-size: small;">
An abacus does calculating</div>
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-80717414676723903382016-03-31T21:46:00.000-05:002016-03-31T21:46:04.380-05:00New Month! New Things!Tomorrow is April 1st! And that's no joke! Ahahaha...... Sorry, I had to.<br />
<br />
Anyway, with this new month comes a flurry of new things. Next month is The A to Z Challenge AND Camp NaNoWriMo! I'm just crazy enough to do both at once.<br />
<br />
For A to Z:<br />
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I will literally be opening the dictionary, blindly picking a word, and seeing what creativeness comes out of me. I told you I'm crazy. Ok, not so much crazy as total procrastinator. I didn't have time to think of a real theme so I came up with this simple solution. We'll see what happens!<br />
<br />
For Camp NaNo:<br />
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I'm going to count the words I write for AtoZ, which should get me maybe 3000. Then I hope to finish a short that I have been working on for awhile. That should round out to about 5-7000 more words. Then I got a new idea to run with and if I get to it then I should get plenty out of it. My goal is 15000.<br />
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I can't wait to get started. Let's just hope I can keep real life at bay.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-28379858287486024482016-03-22T20:01:00.000-05:002016-03-22T20:01:43.462-05:00Week of the Writer Wrap UpAnother Week of the Writer has come and gone. Let's see what has come of it.<div>
<br /></div>
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<ul>
<li>Finished one short</li>
<li>Wrote all (except one) letter but didn't mail it yet</li>
<li>Read one book, 'The Last Dead Girl' by Harry Dolan</li>
<li>Sorta blogged about it?</li>
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Four out of six isn't bad. I didn't think about Camp yet. I think I'll use it to finish my other short I've been working on for a while. I also need to think of my theme for The A to Z Challenge. I believe that I missed the theme reveal day though! Sad day. Oh well. I have a slight idea of what I could do. Only time will tell.</div>
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Until next time!</div>
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-23168340256631187382016-03-12T22:26:00.000-06:002016-03-12T22:26:22.156-06:00WEEK OF THE WRITER!!! Number.... 3? 4?Hello all! I've returned. Blowing the dust off of this old blog and making a return.<br />
<br />
Again. But never mind that.<br />
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A few years back, whenever Spring Break would roll around I would deem it the Week of the Writer. (Seriously though, is this 3 or 4? *checks old posts* Is it only two? Huh. Ugh. Who's counting anyways!) Week of the Writer is when I take a bunch of writer related goals and shove them into the crannies of free time that I wouldn't have during a regular week.<br />
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Can we get real for second? I haven't been really writing lately. I let the blog go, I wasn't writing my stories, and I even stopped reading. It's been ridiculous. Every time I think about writing it seems like this far away thing that I've missed out on or something. It's hard to explain exactly, but I know that 3, 5, 10 years from now I don't want to think 'what if... If only...'. I should take this daydream and turn it into something more tangible.<br />
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.....Ooook. Now that that's been aired out let's get down to business.<br />
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<b><u>Week of the Writer Goals</u></b><br />
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<li>Finish 2 Shorts</li>
<li>Mail my letters from InCoWriCo</li>
<li>Read the small stack of books I've had too long from the library</li>
<li>Come up with my AtoZ theme</li>
<li>Plan for a potential Camp NaNo?</li>
<li>Blog about all of it</li>
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I'm sure I'll come up with something to add to this later but this is what I'm looking at right now. Here's to a productive week!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450546696727444340.post-28721996001524336442015-11-06T21:20:00.000-06:002015-11-06T21:20:42.970-06:00Who put this brick wall where my brain was making words???I've been stuck for at least 2 days. I just can't get the words from my brain to the page. I never did 'Plot All the Things' like my last post suggested. I think that's the problem. If I don't have things written down then it's like having permission to over think it and end up like this. Almost 3 days behind.<br />
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I'm going to bed early tonight. Going to bed so that I can wake up, eat, make coffee, and write like the wind. But hopefully, whether before bed or while in bed, I can get get some semblance of an outline written out so I don't have to 'think' (stare at nothing and end up watching YouTube) so much and hit the ground running.<br />
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We'll see! Maybe I'll update tomorrow. Until then, keep writing!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06937132148835788424noreply@blogger.com2