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Life Long Learning

The years spent writing my first novel weren’t just spent writing. What I discovered early on was that I didn’t understand how to put a book length story together. To be specific, I needed to learn story structure. Thus, great care was taken to spend time learning about the craft of writing a book. Much trial and error occurred, and through all of that I discovered what worked and what didn’t work for me.

Other story elements I had to brush up more on were story flow, word flow, grammar, plot, character development, dialogue, character emotions, the list goes on and on. This all takes time, yes, but it is well worth it. While I was learning and brushing up on these skills, I wrote as well. There were times of frustration, when I had to delete part of my story and start over. But the more I wrote and learned, the easier the whole process became.

The Moment of Meditation by Louis Surugue is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0

You won’t be the best straight out of the gate. No one ever is. But the more you learn and learn continuously, and practice what you learned, the better and easier it will become. So where do you start? Start with your weakness. What areas of writing and grammar are you weak in? Start there and move forward.

Now, two books later, the ride has become more fluent. The words flow more, and I know way more about story structure than I did years ago when I first started. This doesn’t mean there isn’t anything else to learn. I still continue to learn. Learning is what keeps us going and maturing and moving to the next level.

Posted in Poetry

Indecision by L. M. Montes

Later lies what one must do,
when after thought has started,
situations sit and fester thus,
until we plan our action.

Posted in Social

Backwards and Forwards

Moving forward, seeing what’s up ahead will appear small until we’re upon it. But glancing backwards will cause us to stumble.

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Posted in Poetry

To My Daughter by L. M. Montes

The blocks rumbled and tumbled down,
crumbling further till pebbles abound,
half of me shut the door to life,
when you stabbed me with your knife.
I understand life’s little worries,
when you think you’re in a flurry,
right now a storm has bitten your soul,
but it will pass, then you’ll be whole.
I took part in your unrest,
without a thought of future’s test,
behind we look and stagger forward,
but gaining ground does not look backward.
I wish you well my little one,
for in God’s hands all is won,
He has your heart and soul I pray,
that back to us you’ll be some day.

Posted in Books

My Book Review for Broken by Ivy Logan

Broken by Ivy Logan

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I liked how the story depicts individual real life occurrences, happenings, and events so very well. The main character, Caitlin, receives a prophesy at the beginning of her life. It isn’t something she wants to have happen, so she tries to prevent it. But in so doing, she causes it to happen. I think we have all come across something like this in our lives. We can’t always prevent or know something is going to happen as a result of our actions, and we can’t foresee the outcomes. In the end, if we come to the knowledge that we caused something bad to happen or that we were responsible in some way for how someone turned out, we need to learn to forgive ourselves. That’s part of what the story of this book teaches.

The author did a great job of conveying character emotions. I felt as though I was in the story myself and feeling what the characters were feeling. The evil king irritated me because of how nasty he was, but at the same time, one had to feel kind of sorry for him given his background. It left me wondering how he would have turned out had his adoptive mother lived.

Well done, Ivy Logan!





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Knowledge and Knowing

Knowing something doesn’t mean you have the knowledge. Seek to understand first.

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Posted in Poetry

Nature Speaks by L. M. Montes

Bells chime from afar,
the melody floats,
sitting upon clouds
embarking on a
journey, waving as
they saunter by me.

A cricket plays its
violin so sweet
as sun’s beams sink low,
waving goodbye until
tomorrow, yawning
as Mr. Moon glows.

Seagulls bob and weave,
waves stretch smooth fingers
along wet sand to kiss
my toes in loving
kindness, linger
for a bit then go.




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Morning Brew

I always enjoy a great cup of coffee in the morning. Here where I am in the USA, it is early morning. I am sitting in the quiet of my house enjoying something coffee and wishing I could share it with you. So here is the next best thing. (See picture below):

Have a GREAT day🤗🥰😁

Posted in Poetry

Petals by L. M. Montes

Dainty petals arch as wind pokes
touches of love breezing by,
scent bursts forth in laughter
enlightening sweetness upon
the senses erupting in the soul.

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