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It Figures


Yesterday I did a double take and turned slowly to look at the calendar. I had been looking at a note that I had written with the date said March 10th. I had a momentary lapse and couldn’t remember what month it was. Before my eyes reached the top of the calendar I knew it really was March.

And then it hit like a ton of bricks. That meant that in a few short weeks it would be April. Yes, I know what you’re thinking- well, duh!?!? All the e-mails and posts about Camp NaNoWriMo that were flooding in meant one thing- – – –  the A to Z Blogging Challenge was coming! That’s how my mind works. I know it might not make sense but both take place for the month of April and they are loosely connected in my mind.

Doesn’t it just figure?? Last year I was determined to be more prepared this year. (And I’m pretty sure I had the same thought in previous years.) But it’s only the 7th of March. I have over three weeks to get my act together. I’m pulling out a notebook or journal or pad of paper and I’m getting to work. I do have a few vague ideas rolling around in my head so I need to strike while the iron is hot and the ideas haven’t rolled under the couch to mingle with the dust bunnies.

What about you- are you participating in Camp NaNoWriMo or the A to Z Challenge?

This post is part of SoCS- figure.

Happy Saturday!


A Post Without a Title

I listen intently to her story about the plushie that she desperately wanted. It was a unicorn- fresh, new, soft, sparkly and purple. I hear her describe how she felt when she saw it. Her face shows the joy and delight she felt when she relives the moment her grandmother surprised her with it. She reveals that she also received a plushie that had been her mother’s. This plushie shows signs of wear and tear and years of love. It is an puppy, with brown faded paws and flat worn fur.  Before it became hers, it was kept in a box of her mother’s things. But now the old and new plushies are precious to her. They comfort her when she’s feeling lonely. With a tinge of sadness creeping around the corners of her eyes and the edges of her words, she shares that her mother died a long time ago.

Although I had suspected this, I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat that has grown from the size of a plum to that of a grapefruit in mere seconds. My heart misses a beat and I give her a tender smile.

She is only seven years old.

butterfly candle holder


“I’ll silently stand in the corner and cry, on this fateful day.

I refuse to say goodbye because I don’t want to see you go away.”

-Author Unknown


FOWC- Refuse

Ragtag Daily Prompt- Goodbye


Peace and love-


Write, NaNos, Write!

It’s that time of year again! NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. The objective is to write a novel of at least 50,000 words in one month. If you are unfamiliar with it, you can read more about it HERE.

At 2a.m. this morning, I began my 10th year of participating. I’m unsure of my plot. My characters have no names- unless “she” and “he” count. I’ve written over 300 words. Not bad for someone who likes to plan just a wee bit more than I have this time!


I find that quotes often give me a boost when I need it so I thought I would share some of my favorite words of encouragement from other writers. Whether you are taking part in the NaNo craziness or doing your own thing, I hope they inspire you to keep moving!

  • “Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere.”  -Anne Lamott
  • “Don’t get it right, just get it written.” -James Thurber
  • “You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page.”  -Jodi Picoult
  • “Ideas aren’t magical; the only tricky part is holding on to one long enough to get it written down.”  -Lynn Abbey
  • “Writers are always anxious, always on the run–from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.” -Edna O’Brien

photo a day welcome november

And so November begins! I’m not sure how this will end but I’m determined to make to 50,000 words come hell or high water! Best of luck to my fellow participants!!

Photo a day- Welcome November

Happy November 1st!




Lessons Learned From NaNoWriMo


  • Despite writer’s block, walls, road blocks, power outages, and more, it IS possible to write 50,000 words in 30 days. (Whether or not those 50,000 words resemble a coherent novel is another matter!)
  • When the words and ideas are flowing, take advantage of it!
  • Sometimes no matter how much you want to tell a story, you can’t write it until the time is right. 
  • First drafts really ARE crap!
  • For the sake of the NaNo challenge, it is okay to have characters that need developing, holes in your plot big enough to lose a semi in, and no real ending.
  • There are times when writing out of order is necessary to find clarity in your story. 
  • Until you remove real distractions, you don’t realize how distracting they really are. 
  • Characters are complex beings and sometimes they actually behave! (But most often, mine do not!)
  • It’s okay to step away from the screen when you are struggling with the story, as long as it’s not for too long. 
  • Writing daily really is the way to go, even if it’s just a few hundred words. It is the act of sitting down and writing that can keep you on track. 
  • Never underestimate the positive influence of a writing buddy. I couldn’t have gotten through this month without Kris’s constant support!
  • If you don’t reach 50,000 words, you are still a winner. Making the commitment to write 50,000 words in 30 days is daunting and anyone who enters this arena should be commended. If anything, not reaching that goal for six consecutive years made this win all the more satisfying! It reminded me that I CAN do this- even with my crazy every day life interfering!!! 

Congratulations to everyone who participated in NaNoWriMo! Regardless of your word count, you are all winners and should very proud!


P.S. I did it! 

Let’s Hear it for the Eyes!

A not-so-funny thing happened two weeks ago. When I went to my much anticipated follow up appointment for eye procedures done 4-5 months ago, looking forward to the all-clear from the doctor so I could…., well, proceed with more eye procedures to correct my vision problems, I unfortunately found myself having another unexpected laser surgery for another retina problem. While my eye seems to be recovering nicely, I am sitting here one eyed- due to the recovering eye being dilated for today’s follow up appointment. Whereas for years my eyes would respond to dilation by being slightly sensitive to light, this past year has found me with compromised eye sight for a good part of the day dilation occurs. This latest unexpected road block has caused me to stumble when it comes to writing, taking photographs, reading…. I’m hoping to bounce back or at least get two somewhat functional eyes to use VERY soon!

Take care (and be sure to get your eyes checked if you find yourself having any problems seeing!)


A Post About Nothing

By hook or crook, I steal the time. Sneak off to a calm, quiet place where I am immediately at ease. I scout out the perfect spot. I locate my favorite musician’s music on my phone to insure a successful writing session. I even get the ear buds in the correct ears.

This is no small feat because locating the minuscule L and R imprinted on the sides is nearly impossible and once I make out a speck that could be an L or an R…maybe…I have to squint at it only to find out that it resembles more of a Q! These troublesome eyes!

After a handful of unsuccessful attempts to force the Q to morph into an L or an R, I reach for my reading glasses, which might or might not help me focus. Unfortunately I quickly realize that I left my glasses at home. Sigh.

I give the Q another go and after I close one eye and tilt my head to the left, I can make out the letter. Sure enough, it’s an R!

I secure the ear buds in the correct ears and turn on my music. I have a few anxious moments as I adjust the volume and test it by taking the ear buds out to ascertain that everything is plugged in properly, and that I’m not sharing my favorite trombone music with everyone who came here hoping to find their own peace, and finally that the music is not loud enough to cause that annoying sound that happens when a person’s music leaks out of their headphones, loud enough to be heard as noise but not loud enough to identify the song.

Finally, I’m ready. I ignore the person directly to my right slowly working her way down the shelves of books coming closer and closer to me. I open my journal, click my pen and stare at the blank page.

It is very bright and very blank except for the lines. Although the pages are actually a pale creamy color, they hurt my eyes.

And I sit here listening to a random cough or a rustling sound as the person behind me shifts in his chair. My music is paused because I saw that a text had come from my sister and I forgot to unpause.

The brightness of this page begins to aggravate my eyes and I find myself squinting to cut down on the glare. I look up at the lighting and silently curse my eyes. And the lights. And my inability to focus.

I find myself shielding my eyes. I sigh again.

I decide that this is not working.

I’m three pages and a half hour in and I haven’t written anything yet.