Looking to Whimsy

I try to settle in, and do the things to help make a cool living environment. I don’t like the place I live so I do everything to lift up my space so it has magic, green, and is filled with whimsy.

I love the Miss Marples on BBC,  people walking in the rain 🌧 not thinking twice. Everyone carries an umbrella. Everything is green, creeks running and trees with big leaves. I like a misty emerald landscape made for walking.

So different from where I live. Here its dry, brown, dusty, and trees with skinny leaves and cactus. I find so much I don’t like.

So I keep dreaming of a place, a place filled with my hearts desires and wishes, a place in the mist.

Cheers!

-N

TikTok and the Pro-Life Argument — Black Conservative Independent: The White Sheep of the Black Community (reblog)

This is my daughter from another mother. She is beautiful, intelligent, snarky, won’t back down and has a lot to say. Click on the link, be fair and listen.

 

Kuuleme T Stephens: This is the most IGNORANT argument I’ve heard in a while, so I thought I’d write about it! The arguments for what is viewed as racist is out of control! The Left loves calling everything out as racist, and in my opinion the Right appeases them with a reactionary response that does […]

TikTok and the Pro-Life Argument — Black Conservative Independent: The White Sheep of the Black Community

Challenge Ends Tomorrow

The writing challenge I started the first of September ends tomorrow.

It’s been a really good experience for me. I’ve been driven to write at least 1000 words a day and I’ll be honest with you sometimes it was hard to get going every day. But I did it and I’m proud of me.

My story is at least 2/3 of the way to completion of the first draft. This challenge helped me fall in love with my book again. The people became even more real. When fictional characters are so real in your mind you speak of them as actual humans the prose has weight and existence.

I posted a synopsis and the first chapter at this link https://steviawithcream.com/anchor-bay-stormy-love/

Let’s hope I can keep this going and I plan to keep my connection with Chapter Buzz for accountability.

Cheers!

-N

Book Progress

I have got a lot of work happening on my new book and I’m having a great time writing. Here is the synopsis of the story:

                Anchor Bay – Stormy Love

               Lily Brighton was widowed the same day her husband delivered the divorce papers. T

om Chambers ex-wife is an alcoholic who doesn’t understand that the concept of divorce means she is on her own.

Plus something suspicious is happening out in the bay that may be related to the theft and graffiti happening up and down the Maine coast.

I’m at the point where I am trying to come up with a cover idea so I can do some early marketing of the book. When I get a bit closer to finishing the first draft I am going to start Instagram and Facebook author pages. These will connect me with readers and followers so I get the word out about new books, promotions and special contests. I am curious if any of you lovely blog followers are authors who have done things like this and what was the best tool you found?

One thing I am blessed with is an incredibly supportive husband who understands when I say “wait, I’ve got to work” while I’m sitting at my computer. He is cool when I have music or YouTube playing in the background, or when I am talking out loud to myself.

So this little blog is an update, a request for information and sharing a little more about me.

Cheers!

-N

 

Charlie’s Hands

My six year old grandson spent the night with us this past Sunday night and we took him home Monday afternoon. He and his Poppa had a great time in the pool that night

GLOW SWIMMING

doing a glow swim which is swimming wearing glow stick necklaces.

Besides just hanging out with him and having fun laughing and talking I noticed something about his hands. They captivated me. Watching him do things using those precious hands was fascinating. The way he holds out his pinky when he drinks from his water bottle and the way his fingers move so quickly when he is playing Minecraft on my phone kept my attention.

MY COOL CHARLIE

He is very dexterous with holding things, carrying several things at a time and using his camera. His fingers are long and his palms are wide. His little fingernails are perfect.

It made me think of how amazing our hands really are. We can pick up a handful of items and balance them in our hands then reach over and open a drawer while not losing a thing. Just fascinating how our bodies are made. We can communicate with our hands by doing what I am doing right now – typing on my computer, or with American Sign Language we can have conversations.

Not sure there’s a cooler kid than him. Agree?

Cheers!

-N

My Challenge Discovery

As I told you lovely readers in a previous blog, I accepted the Great Big Indie Author Launchpad Challenge to write 1000 words a day from September 1st to the 21st.

My work space

This challenge has made me discover something amazing about my writing. When I start each day, I write a few sentences to start, maybe 100 words come pretty quickly. Then I get up, get more coffee, look at e-mails all while the page is open on the screen (I have two screens) and I jump back and forth. When I reach about 300 words the narrative begins to flow, it just comes out, and my mind is in the writing space.

The muse has shown up and I am rocking.

That’s the trigger word count for me to go off – 300 words. It seems my brain engages the muse, the engine starts and the story is up and running. Man that is a blast!

Since September 1st I’ve managed to write over 8000 words and if I keep this progress up I will finish this book by the end of the challenge.

Cheers!

-N

Writer Query

All you writer types out there, I have a question:

Do you use a program for editing, like Scrivener, SmartEdit Writer, or Ulysses? If so what is your preference and why?

My writing is interesting and fun, but there are things I’ve heard of with these types of programs that I am curious about and wonder if they do give your documents-novels-short stories-blog posts the finished professional editing touch?

So gentle readers any comments?

Cheers!

-N

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Facing my challenge

Today I begin the “Great Big Indie Author Launchpad Challenge” through Chapter Buzz to write 1000 words a day for 21 days.

I just realized this challenge ends a few days before my birthday. Let’s hope I can give myself the gift of a finished first draft of my manuscript. The contemporary fiction book I am writing is one I have already started but this challenge will really push me to finish the last two thirds. I am also part of a support group through this and hope to make some great and helpful contacts in the writing world.

So wish me luck and I will keep you posted on my progress.

Cheers!

-N

Why I Hate Wind

Hurricane season always brings the memories of the two we experienced during our time in The Philippines. Because the storms came from the Pacific Ocean they were called typhoon rather than hurricane. They still have the same construction.

One of them skirted Clark Air Base, but the other hit us full on. Philippines – Google Maps  Where we were was in Angeles City which was north of Manila. In 1968 Typhoon Ora struck The Philippines as a category 4 with winds of 140 mph. Of course by the time it got to us inland, it had dropped in intensity after moving over land. Regardless it was very powerful when it struck us.

I remember my dad saying he had to get the flight line ready for the storm but would be back home. He was a crew chief and this was two or three days before it’s approach. Thankfully this was in between his TDY trips to Phan Rang, Vietnam and he was able to be there with us while it occurred. I remember all of us spending time trying to cover the windows, getting all of our towels and sheets to use for wet floors. We picked up things that were on the floor and set them on beds. Ridiculous I know but we had no experience with this situation.

I had my own bedroom and felt very possessive over my things, and I fully intended to guard my room from the storm. I was a naïve 13 year old.

It was early in the day when it finally hit us. The sky was typical thunderstorm dark grey/blue. I remember standing outside looking at the clouds. They were startlingly low and moving in dizzy, wind driven swirls. At first there wasn’t much lightning, that came later on.

I recall tree limbs, boards and other debris flying by, carried by the wind in it’s steady increase in strength. The rain went from a steady drizzle, to rain showers to heavy rain shafts that flooded our yard. Behind our house was a ravine about three feet deep, that normally had nothing more than a few inches of water in it, and a railroad track which was submerged by this little creek within an hour or so.

Our street in Josefa subdivision, a dirt road, was covered side to side in water. As the storm gained on us and the heart of it came near the sound of the wind is something I will never forget. To this day, strong winds cause me worry and anxiety. During this time, which now I realize was the eye wall, I watched as the ceiling in my bedroom would lift a foot or so then slam down. Over and over it did this as I worked to keep as much dry as possible while I would stare out at the sky with each lifting.

Being new to this kind of thing when all of a sudden it calmed, I was ecstatic. My sisters and I ran outside and the clouds were all around us but there was patchy sunlight. My dad explained it was the eye of the storm – the middle and there was more coming. I was devastated by this news. I was determined to stand out there and watch it show up.

Unexpectedly the eye wall hit, and I truly mean it was unexpected to the young teen watching. A strong wind whipped across me with enough strength to push me back into our carport. Immediately rain was flying horizontally. Dad yelled for me to come inside and just as I passed him he said the neighbors large storage building flew away. It was later found in pieces a mile away. We gathered together in the living room, all of us soaking wet, the floor with a couple of inches of standing water and sang hymns, prayed, and waited. Sometime during the night Ora left us.

The next day Mom and I took all of our clothes, towels, sheets, curtains etc., on the base to the laundry to clean everything and dry it. We only had an old fashioned wringer washer and clothes line at our house.

I will never forget that experience and I have such empathy for those who have to go through it. Each time there is a storm I have this morbid curiosity about it and end up watching videos of the storms, and the storm surge.   🌀

I hate the wind.

Cheers!

-N

Using Tools to Push Myself

I will be joining other writers unpublished and published in the Great Big Indie Author Launchpad Challenge with the idea of being part of a group of people who, like me, have the goal of writing 1000 words a day for 21 days. I think doing this will put me over the top of completion.

I’m excited for the challenge and look forward to the progress I will make. I have to use the next 10 days to finish the edits on another story so I can hand it off to a beta reader and be unencumbered with any other projects.

Gotta cut these nails

I have included below the link to the challenge below if you want to get onboard.

These nails are a bit too long to type quickly and without errors so they will need to be taken down. They are natural not created by a nail tech. An added bonus for you is the adorable pic of my handsome grandson at Disneyland with McQueen in Radiator Springs. He is my screensaver.

Cheers!

-N

 

https://www.chapterbuzz.com/challenge