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A Dream’s Flame
Poetry Book Collection 1
Yesterday, I decided to put together a book with a collection of my poems (found here on this blog). I submitted the hardcover to Amazon yesterday and is currently under review before going live. Today, I will be working on getting the paperback on Amazon as well. Then the Kindle edition will follow. I will update this post with link(s) when they become available.
Here is the link to my poetry book collection. At the moment it is found in paperback and hardcover.
Scream Like an Eagle
When you’re feeling overwhelmed, let it out. Don’t hold it inside. Scream, punch a pillow, workout, run, walk, whatever you normally do to release that tension (and it must be something that is NOT harmful). Just DO NOT hold it in.
Multnomah Falls, Oregon, USA
Multnomah Falls, Oregon, USA
My Favorite Types of Places
A Neighbor Kid Coming Over to Say Hi😁
The Baseball Game
When asked if you enjoyed your childhood, I think we all can honestly say that our childhoods were a mixture of pleasant and unpleasant experiences. I enjoyed my childhood, and I didn’t. Yup, this goes for me too. Memories I will always smile upon are those involving all of the neighborhood kids playing together outside until dusk. My neighborhood had all the stereotypical kids in it. We had the bully, the spoiled girl who had to have everything her way but could be nice too at times. There was also the one kid who always had to cheat at games. Of course, everybody had their bad days. Don’t get me wrong, as a group, we had a great time.
Oftentimes, we’d all get together and play baseball games at David’s and Julie’s house in the backyard. We always played there because of the wide open field. Lots of room. Our dad’s would get involved, too, which made it doubly fun. Then, on one particular evening, I took a turn at being the pitcher. I liked this position, but the feeling of getting hit by the ball as it was smacked by the baseball bat was always present in my mind. Then, it happened. Strange. Julie was up to bat, and, just before I pitched the ball to her, I told her not to hit me. She told me she wouldn’t, so I pitched the ball to her. She hit, and it made a bee-line straight for my eye. It all happened so fast that I didn’t have time to duck.
At the time it wasn’t a fun experience, and Julie felt really bad about hitting me. But in our growing up years we all have occurrences such as this. It’s ok because they add flavor to our lives, and they give us something to reflect upon later. Maybe even to write about. At the same time, though, we have memories we wish we could forget. I do have one of those. I won’t write about it here, BUT in chapter one of my first book The Veil of Time, previously published under the title The Triunix of Time, I use that unpleasant memory. By using it in that way, I was able to put it to rest, and I gained a whole new perspective on the whole experience.
A Personal Starting Point Biography
Ever since I read a short story my elder sister wrote when I was a pre-teen, I wanted to write stories. Then I began reading mystery books for young adults and wanted to write even more. There was just one problem. I didn’t know how to go about doing that. At the time I didn’t understand there was a process or a particular structure in regards to writing a story let alone writing a book. After all, I was only 10.
In high school in one of my English classes, we were assigned to write a short story. Now, I don’t remember what the lesson was surrounding this assignment or if the teacher taught us an in depth lesson on how to write one, but I wrote one. My mom praised it and thought the world of it. I, however, was more critical of it. I felt there was more I needed to know. As I recall, I could have done more with my characters and added more conflict and/or suspense. I don’t remember what grade I received for the story, but I know it was a passing grade. I wouldn’t get back to writing creatively until my late 20’s.
During my hiatus the yearning to write a book was ever present in my mind. So between raising kids and a family, I read how to books on writing fiction. I tried to set pen to paper and start a but it fizzled out. The time wasn’t right. I had three kids (boys) and a husband, so that’s where my mind was at. My husband was in the Army, and, at one point, he was deployed to Saudi Arabia for Desert Shield/Desert Storm. His safety and the care of my three boys was first on my mind. At that time I still wanted to write a book, but I lacked the materials and opportunity to do so. That was ok. I was young and had plenty of time for writing later. In the meantime I lived life. Little did I know, it was only the beginning.
Ohhh the stories I could tell from that point onward…..
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 