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Sunday, December 22, 2013

Happy Holidays :) Stretching your Writing SKILLZ.

Greetings fellow writers,

This year has been a really good year writing wise for me.  I had two pieces published!   One of which was a short story (see link below), and a tribute to the late Gene Roddenberry for the website "InGenre."  I have also put the link below.  This has encouraged me to keep going with my writing dreams.

Sure, I'd been published before, but that was eons ago, in a galaxy far far away.   But I actually was kind of let down by that one.  The publication was copied, and the photos and ads were all copied onto the page, not professional in the least, and it had a spiral binding.  The publication wanted $50.00 a year for a subscription.  I was stunned to say the least!  But I actually was published!

Fast forward to 2013, and now I have two credits under my belt.  And am going for a third hopefully very soon.  Still have to submit this one for consideration.

So the topic of this blog (you thought I would forget? fooled you!) is "Stretching Your Writing Skillz."  I know it should be an "s" on the end there, but I like the buzzing sound the "z" makes.

So the topic is about going out on a limb, to boldly go, to stretch your writing wings; however you want to say it.  Trying something new in writing.  Something that has always scared you, something that you would never have thought of doing.

Yes, I too am taking my own advice.  I'm writing a story entirely in...drum roll please....Haiku.  Now this is something that has been done by other writers, though I've never seen it yet. I was told just recently that I was not the first to do so.  Which is really cool, I think that the Haiku is a very unique form of poetry.

So my piece is destined to be put into an anthology for charity.  And the theme is about wolves.  The rules of Haiku have changed over the years, and nobody really agrees with what they should be.  So I am going to go with the way I've been writing Haiku; the 5/7/5 (five syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables), and going to try to connect two ideas that are seemingly dissimilar.  The middle 7 syllables is what is normally used to do this; but I feel I will end up not doing a traditional Haiku, but only the style.

I've also done a story told entirely in dialogue.   It is very hard to do that.  Any setting details, or anything that the character sees, has to be told in dialogue.  It was very fun, and as soon as I get done with this piece for the anthology, I'll be working on finishing it, and will post it here.

So now that I've told you about stretching my writing chops...what are some things you have tried as an exercise in expanding your writing skillz?  

Were you successful; had them published?  

Happy Holidays, and have a Happy New Year!

Link to "Resting."

Link to InGenre Roddenberry Tribute piece.

Monday, December 2, 2013

The "Thank God It's Over Post NaNoWriMo Blues"

          So another NaNoWriMo is done.  For those who made it to the 50 thousand words.... CONGRATULATIONS!    To those who didn't,  CONGRATULATIONS, you participated for a grand adventure and worked on stories that are near and dear to your hearts.   
          Honestly, it's about the writing and not winning.  You got on the path to your goal of a first draft.  So I bow to you all, and say, "WELL DONE!"
          A lot of folks in my Facebook NaNoWriMo group are asking, "What now?  Some of them are also sad that NaNo is over.  Yes, NaNoWriMo is over, but did you finish your first draft?   If the answer is "no," then you can finish now that nano is over, though there is a NaNoFiMo (National Novel Finishing Month), see the link below.  
        Once you have finished, then you edit.  And only after you get it polished as much as you can (I recommend this part), you get a Beta Reader.  Beta Readers will catch something you did not.  It never fails in my case, I am living proof!  I had rewritten and edited a chapter of my NaNoWriMo 2010 Novel, and my beta caught something I had missed in the 10 revisions that I had done.  But then again, I am a bit of a perfectionist!  
        If you are writing for pleasure, and not for publication, that is fine, there is nothing wrong with that.  If you share, you do need to edit some, for readability and clarity.  If you don't want to share, that is okay as well.  

      But no matter what you choose.  Keep Writing!

Link to NaNoFiMo:

Saturday, September 28, 2013

"******* ******* & Writing"

What is served on a plate, is folded around the edges and resembles an odd looking clam?  You see them, usually after dinner, when the check arrives?  It’s a dessert type item that people all over the US both dread, and like…though it seems innocent enough.  I’ll give you a hint, they are served in Asian food restaurants.

They are of course fortune cookies.  And what do fortune cookies have to do with writing?  Well, more than you might think.  The fortunes inside make awesome writing prompts, or story starters. 

For instance.  I had one that said, “Beware of the man sitting across from you.”  At first I was, “What the heck is this supposed to mean?”  I was with a writer friend of mine, and I made a joke of it at the time (this friend is male).

How it can be used as a story starter:

The above fortune became my story “The Misfortune Cookie.”  It was about a girl on a blind date, and the date was going very well.  Until she opened that fortune cookie.  Something warned her that she was in grave danger, and she made a hasty exit from the ladies room.  She goes out in front of the restaurant, and starts to cross the street, the totally bewildered guy following her when the screech of tires is heard, and….well, I won’t give away the ending. 

Another fortune cookie that I received in my past, came from Wendy’s Hamburgers, who had a restaurant in what is now the “Center of Science and Industry” (AKA COSI), who at the time was the “Son of Heaven” exhibit.  Wendy’s for the event, served the cookie caged papers.  My family and I were about to go on the first ever cruise, and my fortune cookie made me really nervous.  It said, “Leave your boat, and travel on dry land.”  I showed it to my parents, and my dad laughed at that.  Turns out the cookie may have been right.  For the day we were supposed to get on the ship…we missed the boat!  Literally, we left home late, and even though we drove straight down from Columbus Ohio, to Ft. Lauderdale, we still missed the boat. 

So any time I get one, I keep it, and type it into an excel document for possible projects. 

So I’ll give you one to try out, or try out one of the others mentioned above. 
“You will meet a tall handsome stranger.”
Enjoy and Oh….


Friday, August 16, 2013

Roddenberry Tribute Week 2

This past Tuesday was week 2 of the Gene Roddenberry Tribute on the site "In Genre"  They are a really great site for all things Science Fiction, Horror, etc....Check them out.  Here is the link to Week 2, but I'm not in this past Tuesdays.  There are two more Tuesdays to go...hopefully I'll be in the next one :)

I'll post another blog this weekend...stay tuned :)

Thank you for all your support!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

To Boldly Go... A Tribute To Gene Roddenberry

The time is almost near
To honor the great Bird.
Who taught us to dream beyond the stars,
That we were only a small part of the universe.
That we can overcome our problems
And live as one. 
Thank you Gene Roddenberry,
We miss you so much.

         It was about a month ago, that I was asked to participate in a tribute to a great man.  This man created a series so groundbreaking, and different than anything that had come before.  A show that he touted as a “Wagon Train to the stars.”    
      He not only introduced us to fascinating characters, and alien races; but he showed us our own problems with a futuristic slant.  They were lessons that entertained and inspired.  That is what the show meant to me.
       So every Tuesday in the Month of August 2013 (or beginning Stardate 67059.8 per this link: or August 5, 2013, the following link will be where to find the tribute pieces to Gene Roddenberry, (AKA:  The Great Bird of the Galaxy). 
Here is the Link to the tribute:

Following is a list of those also contributing to the cause:

Valerie Douglas
Jacqueline Driggers
Cody Martin

Dan Peyton
Karen A. Wyle
Cassidy Frazee

Star Trek Authors:                         
David Mack
Dayton Ward

Friday, May 24, 2013


                Details are the backbone of a story.  They breathe life into it, evoke emotions, and even memories.  They are the difference between making a good story into a great story.
                Natalie Goldberg, the writer of “Writing Down the Bones”  [1]  describes details in terms of “specifics,” and she even makes that one of her “Rules of Writing Practice.”  “Be Specific.”  An example of this would be instead of saying “Car,” one should say, “1995 Camaro Z28.”   Another example, “Oak” instead of “Tree.”  If you want more specific, then you could add “Cherry red, soft top.”  So it would look something like this:

                                “My friend Chris bought a cherry red Camaro Z28 soft top today for her birthday.”
                Or, the description of a Ohio summer would not be complete without the, “…cloying scent of honesuckle wrapping itself around me and pulling me into nirvana.” 

Details make a story vivid.  The scenes are more ‘alive.’   I can bring them to my minds eye, and appreciate the story more.    The importance of detail was brought home to me by a speech I once heard at the Hawaii Writers Conference (formerly Maui Writers Conference) several years ago by Erik Larsen, author of “Devil in the White City; Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America”  [2]
In this speech, he talked about statistics, details about the population of Chicago during the time frame of the 1893 Worlds Fair.  He told of the numbers of humans, horses, and other domestic animals;  plus he additionally talked about the industries that were highly polluting the city, the stock yards, etc.  He even estimated the amount of excrement, urine, and other bodily wastes that permeated the entire city, and you could smell the place as he described it.  Those details were vivid and definite.  They made the story all that more interesting.  And this is actually a true story!  The story is told about 2 men, of totally different backgrounds, that only have the Fair in common.  One is an architect who actually was on the Titanics Sister ship the day Titanic went down.  The other a common man who becomes a serial killer.  It’s really worth reading. 
                Lastly, the details remain in your soul long after the last page is turned.  The story is in our memory banks forever.  If you don’t believe me?  Then try reading  “Devil” or even fictional Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon.  These will be with you for the rest of your days.  I know they will be with me until the end of mine. 

[1] Natalie Goldberg, “Writing Down the Bones”  c.  2005 2nd edition.  Shambhala Publishing

[2] Erik Larsen, “Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America: ”  C. 2004 Vintage Publishing.  

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Guest Post

As promised, my friend Heidi Nicole Bird has published her first novel, "Through the Paper Wall."  It was released on Valentines Day.  I've had a chance to read the first couple of chapters, and really thoroughly enjoyed the story.  And now, a Character sketch from her book:

Jesse (main character)
Jesse was born in San Diego and grew up as an only child. From the very first time he stepped onto a beach he knew it was where he belonged. When he started Kindergarten he attended a class that met just off the beach, which enhanced his love for the sand and ocean waves even more. In Kindergarten he met Spencer, who became his best friend, and soon the two of them were inseparable.
Jesse grew up with a very comfortable life, going to school with his best friends, taking surfing lessons, and taking advantage of everything San Diego has to offer. His father had a steady job, but it was really his mother’s well-known prowess as a chef that helped the family live so comfortably. Growing up in a large and spacious house and having the beach only seconds away, Jesse came to believe that his world was perfect and that he couldn’t be happier.
Things changed right before Jesse’s twelfth birthday though, when his mother passed away quickly due to illness. Jesse’s world was turned upside down, but with his friends by his side he was able to go on living, even though Dad was much more distant. On the eve of Jesse’s thirteenth birthday, his Dad announced that they were moving to Oklahoma because they needed change. Eventually Jesse’s theory was proved right – they moved so Dad could date Jessica, a girl he had dated in high school.
Newly thirteen years old, Jesse finds himself in a new place he never could have imagined. No beach, no sand, not even a lake – Just miles and miles of sage brush and dirt. Forced to leave behind everything he had ever known, including his friends, Jesse grudgingly accepts his new home in Oklahoma, but only after he makes a new friend and they make a discovery that changes both of their lives forever. 

Friday, February 15, 2013

Outwitting Steve

Note:  And no, this is not my friend Steve, or my friends Son Steve.  :)

You've hit a dead end.  You wrack your brain figuring out how the heck you've gotten to this suddenly insurmountable barrier; one that not even Superman could leap, or Spidey climb!
Now you're stuck, and feeling trapped, you are in almost physical pain, and you cannot see a way out.
You can either see it two ways; as a positive or as a negative.  Pessimistically "Oh woe is me!  I'll never be able to write again!" Or as a positive, "Why am I blocked?  What are the muses/writing God's/esses trying to tell me?"
Sometimes that is all writers block is.  What am I supposed to be looking at?  What am I supposed to be learning?  Or is this just my brain telling me to take a break?  Usually it is the last thing when I get it.  And yes, I do get it.

Ways of getting through that wall, or taking it down rather.

I.  Making Friends with Your Block.

Asking it what it wants?  Call it Steve if you want ("Over the Hedge" Reference BTW).
Seriously, ask it why it is there?  Ask for the reason it has chosen to spring up at this time?  My blocks are usually a sign my mind is rebelling.  It's having a temper tantrum of Katie Kaboom proportions (cartoon reference)
I'm ADD as well, so I have a very short attention-Squirrel-Oh where was I?  Ok-shiny-oh right, SPAN.  Which makes my brain even more unruly sometimes.
I have a hard time making a set schedule, or even deadlines (which adds to the writers block, and I love to wave at them while they pass by).  ahem.

Which leads to...

II.  Writing Warm Ups.

Writing is an exercise, and much like running, requires stretching the correct muscles.  A good way to even stop a block from even forming in the first place, is writing practices, consult Natalie Goldberg's "Writing Down the Bone," for more info.  Ten minute writing sprints in which you just keep your pen moving across the page without censoring, or editing.  Going with first thoughts, going for the jugular.  Taking no prisoners!
Doing a couple of these before you start your "Real Writing," can help your mind focus better, and I find my writing flows better.
Handwriting your practices is also good as it uses a different part of the brain.  Also I recommend using a notebook, cheapo spirals are good.  Once you have filled one, re-read what you have written in practice, highlighting what you liked, what was most powerful.  These can be whole paragraphs, sentences, or even words.  These can become prompts or ideas for future projects.  You can also move these to a catalog (I suggest a spreadsheet) which has references to where they came from, i.e. May 2010 notebook, date, and which prompt it is from.
If you choose to go route 1, then I recommend "Writing from the Inside Out!  Transforming your Psychological Blocks to Release the Writer Within," by Dennis Palumbo, MA, MFT, C 2000 by Wiley & Sons.  Dennis Calumbo wrote screenplays for "My Favorite Year," and numerous other TV shows and pilots; as well as the novel, "City Wars."  What is great about this is he works with creative people/writers.
If you go with 2, than either Natalie Goldberg's, "Writing Down the Bones," and "Wild Mind," are excellent.  And also "Outwitting Writers Block,' by Jenna Glatzer is also really well done.
Whatever method you choose, good luck, and let me know how you get around/through/over/or under your writers blocks!
        Jack Heffron, also has some writing prompt books, and also look at Writers Digests Writing Prompts.   There are a ton of prompt books out there, and check your local library for any of the above.
                                                Happy Writing!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Midnight at the Five and Dime

Hey everyone, just wanted to let everyone know my guest on February 20th, Heidi Nicole Bird has released her first novel today!  "Through the Paper Wall," is now available on Kindle and Paperback through Amazon.  :)    This is the Link to it :)  Now onto my regularly scheduled Blog.

Midnight at the Five and Dime.

This title popped into my head, no idea where it came from, but it popped up nevertheless.  I actually did google it, and did find a blog for a job search site with that as the title, but I had never read it before.  So I thought some more, and this is the result of that most wondrous of processes, the short story.

Midnight at the Five and Dime, By L. Anne Wooley    c 2013

     Night settled on the big city.  Though  "Old Blue Eyes," had it right, this city never sleeps, and night life was just shaking the sleep from their limbs.
     I stretched as my cat did the same, time to go to work.  I rolled over onto my side, pushing myself up first onto my elbow. Then I pushed myself totally upright; feet swinging over the side onto the floor in one fluid motion.  Claude my evil cat, tried to butt his head into my face meowing contemptuosly when he missed.
      I reached my arms over my head yoga like, crossing my hands palms facing outward, as I linked my fingers together. I gently bent slightly to my left, and felt the pulll of the motion on my sides.  I straightened with arms still upright, and repeated the motion to the right.  My joints popped as I did this, and then my body felt like it was ready to go.
     I felt my husbands hand searching for me, and I knew his eyes were open and looking at my bare back.  Smiling, I turned to him, my right knee touching the bed and I leaned over, my hand supporting me as I bent to kiss him.  He was on his side, and his left hand reached up to softly stroke me on the arm.  I melted into his touch, but I didn't have time to follow through on the growing passion.
     "Gotta go to work babe," I pulled away carressing his cheek before getting up.  I headed to the shower watching out for Claude, smiling as Ben whistled appreciatively.
     I didn't look back, but spanked myself once, lightly on my thigh, and swaying my hips suggestively, I heard him chuckle as I went into the shower.


The street sounds closed in around me as I left the apartment.  I soon tuned my internal volume down, the cities noises were too loud and distracting at times, as I looked both ways before descending to the sidewalk.  You could never be too careful, though being a black belt with a license to carry a fire arm didn't hurt either.
I took my keys out of my pocket and remotely opened the drivers side door.  Walking to the curb, I looked both ways before going out to the street edge of the car, and then side stepped over to the door.  The street was narrow, so it didn't do to walk with your back to it.
I opened the door with my right hand, lifting its lever, the door opened up in the air, I liked  this car for that very reason.  I pushed my butt down into the car, and lifted my right leg in first, the left one following suit.  The door closed automatically, the seat belt also automatically came around me.  I put the key into the ignition, and turned the motor on.
"Greetings Inspector Jayne, how are you this evening?" the computerized voice of my partner "Sam," sounded in my head.  It was fun when I had people in the car that did not have a virtual partner.  Sam was a Series 1 artificial intelligent virtual "Partner" for lack of better term.  We had been together ever since I joined the force.  Sometimes Sam reminded me of Ben.  Sometimes I had to "turn off" the interface between us, as Sam had wanted to learn more about "human interaction."
"I'm fine Sam, and you?"
"I am doing well, thank you for asking."
"Anything new to report?"
"Pretty quiet tonight Inspector, though it is still early."
"Let us hope that our shift stays that way!" I replied with fervor.
"Yes, shall we go?"
"Definitely, you can handle the driving."
"No problem Inspector."
I had tried, in the past, to get Sam to refer to me as my given name Helen, but the AI was programmed to be formal.
Our drive to work was uneventful, and we pulled into the stations parking lot.  The 2nd shift was leaving now, and I saw my old partner getting ready to get in his car.  I got out of my car, and yelled over to him.  "Hey Gene!  How are ya?"
"Jayne, doing well...How's the night shift?"
"I'm finally used to sleeping through the day, and I really do like it."
"Have a safe one!"
"Thanks, be safe, say Hi to Jeanne and the kids," I smiled and waved as I head him say, "Will do."  Gene did not have an AI partner, he had a human one.  He had at first been jealous of me having one, but not everyone was mentally capable of handling the interface.  But I think when he saw the turmoil I had gone through before I fully integrated with Sam, was enough to get him through the jealousy phase. Actually, remembering that dark time, I didn't blame him.  
The building was busy as I saw the creme de la creme of New York society ensconced within the ancient hallways.  Though the outside still looked the same as when it was built in 1939, the inside was anything but.  I did enjoy looking at the old architecture, but it did have modern interior.
My desk was over in the corner by the "holding cell."  The wavy lines shimmering, told me the force field was in place.  We had guests tonight.
I went over to the desk, and input my palm print to log into the system, and to let my superiors know that I was present for duty.  I could smell the end of day coffee across the room, it burned my nostrils, and I crinkled my nose in distaste.
I checked my email, and as there was nothing new that needed my attention.  I ignored the cajoling from the cell, I wished for the umpteenth time that it was noise proof.  I ignored the three that were in there, and then I locked my desk to go to the briefing.  I smiled and chatted at several fellow officers, and my commander greeted us perfunctorily.  He never smiled, if he did, I never knew it, and if he had, I think we would all faint from the shock!
The briefing was pretty short, nothing major going on in the city, which was unusual, we went over the major events in our area, and were assigned our shift patrols.  Sam would have it downloaded into his matrix by now, so I really didn't need to pay much attention to the information.  The implant interface in my head also would record the info automatically anyway, so that I really didn't need to worry about remembering anything.  I could even plug in to the chip inside my head and print it out for later so that I could turn in my daily report.
I was returning to my desk.  When the shouts reached me.  I stood in horror before getting my piece.  I saw the 3 prisoners who had been behind the barrier, and in the instant that my adrenaline started pumping in, I noticed the following simultaneously; multiple officers dead or dying, the barrier no longer wavered, and a gun pointing right at me, smoke already coming from the open muzzle.
I heard the yell in my head from Sam, and then felt the impact of the bullet as it bit through my chest.  I didn't feel anything until I woke up.  I opened my eyes, expecting to see pearly gates, or brimstone...but was surprised to see a diner counter.  I looked around me, I was the only one there.  I smelled cooking bacon, and steak, eggs sizzling on the stovetop right bedhind the counter.
I didn't hear the sounds in a diner, which I thought was very odd.
"Sam?" I said aloud.  No answer.  This was odd.  I remembered the bullet, and looked down, moving my uniform top out of the way to look, for the tell tale wound.  I looked in surprise at the pale flawless skin, and placed my fingertips where it should have been.  I rubbed it lightly, and there was no blemish or anything to show that there had ever been a bullet there.
I got up shaky from the stool, and walked around the main eating area, I saw the name on the menu, "The Five and Dime."  I was taken back to Ben and my Honeymoon.  I then looked at the diner with the eyes of memory, and it was exactly the same.
I turned towards the front door, and the bell started swinging, I stared at it as it rang, and in walked Ben.  I blinked in confusion.  How had I gotten here?  I stepped towards him, putting my hand up to touch his cheek.  "Is this real?" I whispered.
"Yes, Helen love," spoke Sam, though he wore Ben's face, and body.    "It is. I saved you, you are in my world now."

The end.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Before I get to my blog, I wanted to make an announcement.  I have my first Guest on February 20th.  More details to follow...

Procrastination is the act of avoiding an unpleasant task.  At least that is my definition of the word.  I've created an art form out of it!  I guess I was just born with a genetic predisposition for this.
When you procrastinate, you pretend anything and everything is more important than the task which must be done!  The usual culprits of procrastination:  Gaming, Television, housework (Yes, I've done that to avoid something more unpleasant).  Another way of procrastinating, is to go off on tangents.  There have been many times when I have been researching for something, and something catches my eye, and I am looking at  that new stuff.  You use the following rationale for keeping after the new piece of information, saying, "I can use this later on."  But, of course, you don't.
So ways of getting around this "Affliction."   I make a schedule, or a "To do" list.  I just got this long horizontal tablet with each day of the week written on it, with a box under each day.  At the top right it says, "Things to avoid," which is really cute.
But what I did was to make a to do list and then divvie it up during the week, so that it is more manageable for me.  I use games to reward myself (though they also fall under procrastination warnings category as well).
Though when you boil it all down, you still have to make yourself avoid the pitfalls.  Deadlines do help as well.  That way you have more push to finish what you need to.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Fictional Reality: A Review of the Movie, "Life of Pi."

Would you rather have a fictional story be true, than a true story being fictional?  I ask myself this question now as I uncover deeper meaning in the movie "The Life of Pi."  If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it, if only for the stunning cinematography.  Usually I catch things in movies, like the symbolism.  In "Sixth Sense"; I did not catch onto the fact that Bruce Willis was actually dead, until the ring rolled on the floor.  But you look back when they are showing things, and it made absolute sense.

In Life of Pi, it was somewhat different.  Now this is a spoiler alert, so if you do not want to find out, then don't read from here...though even so, you might not get anything from what I'm about to say.

And was it that I am trying to say?  Well, this movie worked on several different levels for me, there was the "Man vs. Nature," where Pi had to fight with the animals and himself to survive.  Then there was "Man Vs. God," where Pi from a very young age, tried various different paths to God.  But that is not really where I'm focusing the point of my "review."

Which is that I ended up liking the fiction better than the reality.  And I came to the conclusion that the first story was the fictional one, because when the storm first hit and the alarms sounded, I believe his family would have been able to get to where the lifeboats were; except for maybe the father, who had polio thus a pronounced limp.  So I think the part about the alarms etc was true, it just was changed in Pi's mind slightly, perhaps to forget the reality.

I do think that making him divulge the "Truth" to the Japanese Inspectors was horrible in the extreme.  I say allow him his fantasy, because the  "truth" he told them was just too terrifying to bear.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Power of Words

I love words.  I love the sound of them, the smell of them, the feelings of profound attachment that I have to them.  Which comes in handy as I'm a writer you know.  But there were two words that made me cringe every time I heard them.  For a long time, if someone were to say the one, I would wait for the other shoe to drop for the other. Now granted, these two words did not come up in every day normal conversation.  No, they were more out of the ordinary.

But when I did hear them, it made me clench up in revulsion and disgust for a long time.  The reason behind this is a long story.  But the shortened version is that a friend of mine, fell in love with her roommate who did not have feelings for her.  Though you could have fooled me.  Anywho, be that as it may, he had very limited experience at 27 with the opposite gender, more book learned then common sense learned.

So he thought by saying these two words would push her away.  Instead it had the opposite.  She started working out, trying to match the looks of the girl he had lost (well, never really had).  But the two girls were just way too different, it would never have been possible, but she tried.  She would say those two words as a mantra, so much so that I grew sick of hearing them.

He then threw the teenage affair at her to push her away, that really backfired.  Then he said something so hideously stupid, that I had to step in.  He was my friend as well, and even though I had to break a rule of mine...never get in the middle of two friends, I did so.  I told him off first of all, and told him all he was doing was putting hoops in front of her, so that if she jumped through, she would win his affection.  The last one was so unfair to say, it was insurmountable.  I slammed him good for that one.

So I told him, "Look, just say NO.  Tell her, no, I'm not, I am not interested.  She'll get it."

So he did, and it worked.  She stopped trying to beat herself up about it, and trying to browbeat him into being with her.  She's doing okay now, and sees that they never would have worked.

It took me around 15 ish years to get over the revulsion to the two words, and I think it was a gradual lessening, though it was also so out of the ordinary that I didn't hear it as often, so that might have had something to with that.

ARGH...yea, I hear you, I still haven't said the two words....and maybe I shouldn't...why inflict pain upon my readers?  Why tell you the 2 words that had me cringe in revulsion every time I heard them together....well, why not.  Maybe I should share the wealth.

"Aesthetically Pleasing."

There, I've used them....enjoy!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Years Resolutions...Why I Hate them with Every Fiber of my Being! Well, maybe not EVERY fiber of my being...Just most fibers.

        Who am I kidding?  Why do I even bother even THINKING about making these things called, "Resolutions?"  And who's bright idea was it to make such things, that are doomed to failure even as I write them down?
So I did a bit of research, through my faviorite research tool (and no, it is not Wikipedia).  I pulled up Google, and was very surprised at how old this tradition is.
Before 153 BC early Romans used March as the beginning of the year as it was Spring, and planting season.  In 153 BC.  King Janus (mythical), was purportedly able to look backwards on past events, and forward to the future.  During this time, many Romans sought forgiveness from their enemies, and exchanged gifts before the new year.  To seek forgiveness was looked upon favorably by Janus.
Fast forward to Julius Caesar in 46 BC when the Calendar we use today was created, which more accurately reflected the changing seasons (The Julian Calendar).  This was when January 1, became the New Year.  Before then, it had changed many times depending on who was Caesar at the time. King Janus, well he was promoted to God status.  He had two faces, one on the front of his head, and one on his back.  On December 31 at midnight, it was believed that God Janus could see both the last year just passed, and see into the future simultaneously.  It is on the 31st that Romans made promises to him, so that he might help them with those promises.
If that was not enough of a position, he was also the God of beginnings, and guardian of doors and entrances.  January is named after old Janus.  Early gifts included branches off of sacred trees, then nuts and coins were embossed with the face of Janus.
In the middle ages these practices were stopped by the rise of the Christian faith, and the change of the first of the year to Dec. 25 (the birthdate of Christ).  This was changed later back to January first by Pope Gregory XIII, but the Catholic Church eradicated all traces of Janus from the celebrations, though the return of resolutions emerged.
Though I will not go into the other cultures of the world, I find it fascinating that different cultures celebrate the new year differently at different times.  So the next "New Year" I will do a blog for it as well.  This will be the Chinese New Year.
Oh, and my resolutions?  Well, the only one I'm going to say is that I resolve to get one of my Nano Novels finished, and to do a blog every week, at least once a week.