Friday, December 14, 2012
melissabradyking: But My Mom Loved It! Why You Need a Good CP: This is why I love a good CP. Here is a sentence from my new book: I pick up my suitcase by the handle and follow my mom into the elevat...
Monday, December 10, 2012
|I just liked the picture...|
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Heroines with Hearts: Query Letters: My query letters follow a standard formula that I’ve found useful. First of all, the tone--I approach publishing as a business; therefore,...
Thursday, October 18, 2012
|He's climbing, she loves climbing!|
So, this morning, my hubby is helping our daughter get dressed as I change our son. He tries to hand her the Diego underwear she normally loves and she says, no, that's for boys. What??? Who told her it was for boys? She loves these underwear. I have to wash them ALL THE TIME to keep her happy. I know it's just underwear, but it made my hubby and I both sad that someone made her feel bad about something so simple, but makes her so happy. Bah!
|Look! They're practically the same.|
|She loves to watch Dora too,|
but Diego usually wins.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
2. To subject to humiliation, scorn, ridicule or abuse.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
The Guide to Writing Fantasy and Science Fiction: 6 Steps To Writing and Publishing Your Best Seller
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
|© Copyright Thor Beverley licensed for reuse |
under this Creative Commons Licence
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Where have all the good words gone?
Sunday, September 2, 2012
|Haploid vs. Diploid image from here|
From Barnacles of the Fuzz, by D. Foy (Forty Stories)
Jitney (Kindle location 742):
A small bus or minibus which typically operates service on a fixed route, sometimes scheduled.
Haploid (Kindle location 742):
Of a cell of nucleus having a single set of unpaired chromosomes.
From Djeser Djeseru (Splendor of Splendors), by Paula Younger (Forty Stories)
|Corniche image from here. (c) Arnaud Clerget|
A road cut into the edge of a cliff, esp. one running along a coast.
From Eighty-six Way to Cross One Desert, by Alexander Lumans (Forty Stories)
Alacritous (Kindle location 2207): Brisk, speedy, with alacrity, quick and eager.
Everyone Loves a Person Who Doesn’t Give a F*$# About Anything, by Laura Jane Faulds (Forty Stories)
Pulsatile (Kindle location 2346):
Pulsating or vibrating. Characterized by pulses.
Tinnitus (Kindle location 2346):
The perception of noise such as a ringing or beating sound, which has no external source.
Rung, jingled, having been jingled.
Cried, screamed, having been screamed in a shrill voice.
A ringing, jingling, tinkling.
(I didn’t realize this was going to be such a complex word.)
Granaby, by Brandon Hobson (Forty Stories)
Dyspneic (Kindle location 3382):
Afflicted with Dyspnea; possessing unhealthy breathing.
Impetigo (Kindle location 3444):
A contagious bacterial skin disease forming pustules and yellow crusty sores, chiefly on the face and hands.
It is common in children and infection is often through cuts or insect bites.
Head Down, Palm Up, by Mitchell S. Jackson (Forty Stories)
Semaphore (Kindle location 3745):
A system of sending messages by holding the arms or two flags or poles in certain positions according to an alphabetic code.
Hers, by O.A. Lindsey (Forty Stories)
Sclerotic (Kindle location 3943):
Of or having sclerosis. Becoming rigid and unresponsive; losing the ability to adapt.
Of or relating to the sclera.
That’s a lot of words. I doubt each week will have that many. In Forty Stories there are so many great authors writing fantastic stories, that I’m not surprised I had to look up more than a few words.
Learned any new words lately?
*Definitions from Wikitionary and Kindle app.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
KiSS 92.5 | Toronto's #1 Hit Music Station
*I didn't include the picture because I didn't want it to appear on my blog.
**Seriously, how could this guy think it was a good idea????
***I had a difficult time even typing the name out. So very offensive.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
I know it needs some editing, but I just wrote it, so there.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
|Wasaga Beach *|
Saturday, July 28, 2012
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Pinterest has copyright rules too.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
"Basically, she was telling a group of people who are supposed to listen to me, not to. Was she purposefully trying to undermine my authority? Did she believe what she was saying? I don't really know. All I knew was that I had hung on long enough. I had tried hard enough. No matter what I did or said, I couldn't change her opinion. I was tired of going to work everyday and dreading it. I was angry that she had passed me over, when I was hired by her superiors for a purpose. I don't know if I was ever more unhappy. "
Thursday, July 19, 2012
|These weren't the words |
I was looking for. (c) Loni
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
A while ago, I started reading the site, Fifty-Two Stories. Each week they (Cal Morgan) would post a new short story. Well, some time ago, this stopped happening. To make up for it, Cal Morgan and Harper Perennial put together Forty Stories. It is a collection of short stories from various authors. It was on their site (and still is) as a free PDF download. As of yesterday, it is available for Kindle, iBooks and other retailers that I don’t use. There’s an article about it on The Atlantic Wire.
I think I might start reading a short story a week again.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
I’m on maternity leave. It ends today. When did I find out about losing my job? Officially, yesterday. Yup. That’s right. They day before my maternity leave ends, I find out I’ve lost my job. Well, that’s not entirely true. Tuesday is when my supervisor called me to come in on Thursday (yesterday) so we could “discuss” my job situation. We talked for a minute and he basically said that they were “restructuring,” making cuts and one of those cuts would be me.
So, I will be actively looking for a job with no money coming in. They did give me my severance and I have unused vacation time to be paid out. So, it’s not like I’ll have no money, but once that’s gone, it’s done. I better find a job before it runs out. The longest you can be on Employment Insurance is one year. That’s how long maternity leave is and EI is what pays that. I don’t qualify for anymore because I haven’t worked in a year.
I’m not getting laid off because I was on maternity leave. If I thought that, I would be way more angry and calling the Ministry of Labour. I know that it’s a legitimate lay-off, one of many that they’re doing at the company. Honestly, while it is extremely upsetting to be laid-off in general and specifically now, I don’t want to disparage the company I was working for. I especially don’t want to say anything bad about the individuals I worked for and with. I had some great supervisors. I felt that they were unhappy about letting me go and having to let other people go too.
What is making me crazy is the fact that I won’t get any EI money. I mean, I was on mat leave! I wasn’t unemployed for a year. I went on mat leave expecting to have a job when it was done. If I knew they were going to lay me off, I would have looked for a new job, but I didn’t know. According to them, they didn’t know either. But it doesn’t matter, because the money maxes out at one year, no matter the circumstances. Even though I expected to go back to work in just a handful of days, and now I’m not. Now, I have to scramble to find something to pay the bills. I know that there are rules, but my “good-bye letter” states the date of my termination as after the end of my Maternity leave. Again, that doesn’t matter.
So if I’m stressed out, unable to concentrate on anything, this is why. I finished my last book days ago, I had even started writing the review, but I haven’t been able to focus enough to finish it. I haven’t read anything, watched a movie or really done anything fun. I was writing a fair amount. I was sending out queries. It’s so hard to focus on trying to get published when all I can think about is that I’ll have no money soon.
I’m trying to be my normal self for the children, but I think they can tell something is wrong. I’m just trying not to freak out. I’m trying not to get overly emotional. I’m trying to hold myself together and figure out what to do. I know what to do, find a job ASAP! Am I going to be able to? I don’t know.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
"I don't know what Gabrielle is doing. She grabs my hand instead of a towel to clean my mess. She turns it over. It is red. There is blood everywhere and I didn't notice. It mixes with the wine, though the blood probably has enough wine in it already. I didn't think I was that drunk. Now that I see the gash, I start to feel the pain. My hand burns and aches."
Image by Francesco Pappalardo via Wikimedia Commons.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
"Whether it is physical violence (Another Day, Tired Lovers) or violent emotions (Withered Flowers, The Lie), the characters contained within Preoccupation With Violence have to deal with difficult circumstances, also known as life. A man drives a car through a front window. A woman comforts her grieving child. A girl fights against an abusive parent. A young woman contemplates ending her life. Whether physical or emotional, the characters in Preoccupation With Violence are shaken. They are stunned, punched, drunk and crying."
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
I have another background picture I want to try. Maybe next week. We'll see how this one feels.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
To start my June off right, I'm starting it early. I've re-edited a story of mine. The language was too sentimental, so I've toned it down, while (I hope) still keeping the love of the two main characters present. My real problem, the title. I've had this story floating around for a while and I can't seem to find a title that makes me happy.
Here is what I have right now: Tired Lovers, End The Day, The Happy Couple, Hot Sun, Yellow Car, Stop Calling Me and Falling on the Concrete/Sidewalk. What do I pick?????
*Attribution: Lykaestria at the English language Wikipedia
Monday, May 14, 2012
- My behated enemy
I think that's the clearest way to explain my new favourite word, behated. My hubby used it today. My hubby is a teacher. He is participating in a fundraiser where the students buy tickets for a draw. The winner of the draw will get to throw a pie at my husband tomorrow. More than one teacher is participating. My hubby has the most tickets in his bowl. He said that either means he is beloved or behated. Then we talked about whether behated is a word. We were pleased with ourselves. It is not a real word, but it should be. (Wiktionary was the only place we could find an entry. I don't think that counts.) I may start using it in future posts.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
How important are character names? I think they’re very important. They should convey part of the character’s personality. Coupled with other aspects, I think they should evoke a desired feeling from the reader. I don’t think names should be taken lightly.
Sometimes naming a character comes easily to me. I don’t have to think about it, the right name just pops into my head, part of the flow of the story. Other times, I agonize over the name. I search meanings, I make lists, I write out variants. It can take ages; the entire time I had planned to spend writing can be taken up with finding the right name. Sometimes, I’ll just insert a ____ to hold the space until I decide. Or sometimes I’ll write out He/She and other pronouns until I decide on something. Sometimes, like today, a name I’ve used in a story for over a year will seem wrong to me and I’ll change it. Finding the right name after ages of searching feels so good.
Am I spending to much time with names?
Monday, April 30, 2012
peaceful parenting: Milk and Cookies: Breastfeeding and Oreos: If you're in North America you'd almost have to be hiding under a rock somewhere to have missed the hoopla that is rumbling across the U...
Sunday, April 29, 2012
I did some writing. A short story I got the idea for about a month ago. It was March and it was unseasonably warm. I don't know why this came to me, but it did. It's been itching to make in onto paper.
Below is a sample of what I wrote. It's around the middle of the second page. It definitely needs to be edited, but I hope tone is right.
The mother fell to her knees, confused, gripping the stroller and her eldest child. She could feel the blood leaving her body. She was losing focus. Her daughter’s tears soaked her face. Her son continued to cry, but she knew it was a cry of fear, not of pain.
The pealing tires of a car brought her thoughts into focus. She needed to call the police. She tried to let go of her daughter, she didn’t want to hurt her, but the little girl wouldn’t let her mother go.
“Mommy! Mommy!” She felt Keira being pulled away from her and she held on to her arm again.
She looked up. The woman with the dog was there. She was saying something, but she couldn’t hear her. Keira clutched at her mother. She watched the woman moved to the front of the stroller. She was looking at Evan. The woman let out a sigh. She was checking Evan and he appeared fine.
The mother’s grip was weakening. The blood leaving her body was taking her strength. The stared at the woman, her dog following dutifully at her heals. She finally noticed something; there was a phone at her ear. The woman with the dog was talking to someone, describing the scene, telling them how much blood was covering the sidewalk.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
So April is half over and what have I done?
I definitely have not written for ten minutes every day. I wrote a couple of times, but not enough.
I finished editing the short stories in my folder. The problem is with one story. I want to add a new scene, maybe two. I just need the time to write them.
I have not applied the hard copy edits to the computer files.
I haven’t had a lot of time this week. My daughter has croup. It’s not fun. She’s getting better, but I wasn’t sleeping much and I’ve been trying to make sure my son doesn’t get it. She’s getting better, but taking care of her has taken a lot out of me.
I might have a go at the new scenes I want to write. We’ll see after I finish tidying up.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
1. Write for 10 minutes everyday. (I already know I’m going to miss a few, like the first three days of April, but I can still try.)
2. Finish editing the last short story I have in my folder.
3. Apply all short story hard copy edits to the computer files.
There, three simple goals. Can I do it? I think I can :)
Friday, March 23, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
She stared intently at her would-be lover, trying to figure out why he thought this was acceptable behaviour. Anger filled eyes that once drew her in with love. The knuckles on the hand that hit her were now white, as his fist hung at his side. His dark hair was out of place, a few strands in his eyes. She had run her fingers through that hair, she had held his hand and kissed his soft lips.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
The dangerous effects of reading Write for Your Life
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Let It Read: Book Mark: And There Goes the Apostrophe: I came across this article a few days ago by Lindsay Johns for The Daily Mail and had to share. Waterstones: O apostrophe, where art thou...
Friday, January 20, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
What does this mean to a writer like me? A writer like you? Writers in general?