Friday, October 26, 2012

Blurb from 'From the Ashes of Pity into the Beauty of Purpose


For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11 NIV

When I began my journey out of the ashes of pity into the beauty of purpose I had no formal direction. At the age of sixteen I had an unplanned abortion that left me unable to cope with realities of life. I quickly found myself drowning in a quagmire of drugs and unprotected sex. I no longer cared about myself, those close to me, or even God. I shut down and shut out.
I was lost on a path to nowhere headed toward the road of destruction. After my abortion I hid deep within my soul. I became a dead soul. Love was no longer part of me. It was dead as well.
For several years I hungered for affection. I was starved for something I felt I didn't deserve. I left God on the side of the road, but He never left me. God took me on many journey's before I found my way back.
Through those journey's, He never left. He guided me into the woman I am now. I traveled down many roads to discover what God wanted and what I needed. I climbed out of the ashes of pity and into the beauty of purpose.
I faltered and failed, but God picked me up and showed me where I needed to be. He showed me I could turn my ashes into beauty, I had purpose, and I COULD learn to live again.
This book is not about me or my abortion. It is about YOU! Every woman at some point in her life has suffered, hurt, and lost their way. This book was born out of my suffering to help you realize there is hope. God loves you. You can get through the journey, you can climb out of the ashes, you can find your purpose, and you can learn to live again.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Operation Agent Ink


Operation Agent Ink is hosted by Talynn Lynn over at Ink in the Book.

What is Operation Agent Ink?

It's a great workshop. Daily workshops with agents interviews, examples, tips, advice, writing exercises and more. The workshop is open for sign ups now and will remain open until the 7th of November. Your novel doesn't have to be finished for this participation! Once you sign up, you have a chance to pitch an agent Feb. 8th and 9th.


Wednesday, October 24, 2012

From my book From the Ashes of Pity Into the Beauty of Purpose


After my abortion I found myself going through many “journeys”. I lost sight of who I was and rode an emotional roller coaster. My journeys have been many. Finding myself after my abortion
took me down many paths. I suffered, grieved, hated, and lost focus of myself and my life.


It wasn't until recently I crawled out of the depths of

 “self-pity” quicksand. I couldn't be where I am today without one constant presence in my life: GOD!


He had been in my life all along, but I couldn't see Him because of my “demons”. He never left me. He was a mainstay in my life.


God has directed my thoughts in writing this book. He has given me hope and led me through my “journeys”, just as He will give you hope and clear the path for you to forge onward in your many journeys.


You will go through the healing process, find forgiveness , find you have value as a child of God, learn to respect yourself, build your confidence, and be content in your “new” life.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#63-Winters Spell


The prompt this week is:… and winter will bring …As usual you have 100 words to add to these 4.

Winters Spell
Big fat snowflakes the size of bumblebees floated down from the blue-grey winter sky. I stuck my tongue out to catch one before it melted. Swirls and swirls of white lace danced around, sticking to me like prickly cactus needles. 
The snow grew heavier and I panicked. I couldn't see where I was. The beautiful snowflakes turned into snow monsters. I tried to run, but slipped and fell into a snow drift. I couldn't move. Snow covered me like a thick, woolen blanket. Ominous, dark clouds replaced fluffy white cotton balls. A blizzard now replaced dainty snowflakes. I was lost forever...and winter will bring death.





If I Let You Go "Letting Go" Bloghop

 The "Letting Go" blog hop is hosted by Kyra Lennon in celebration of the release of her novella If I Let You Go.

The rules:

Was there a time when you had to let go of someone or something? How did it make you feel? How did you handle it? Or if that's too personal - which I completely understand - how about writing a piece of flash fiction?

The only rules are - obviously - it has to be related to letting go, and please keep it to a maximum of 500 words.

Letting Go Is Never Easy

The once handsome, virile man  lay in the cold, metal hospital bed now only a shell of what he once was. His crystal blue eyes faded and sunken into his ghastly, thin face. I waited for the inevitable. I waited for him to die.

The cancer had taken over his strong body without warning. It ravaged and raped the perfect man. I counted his breaths. One,two, three...stop. One, two, three...stop. I could feel death enter the stark, solemn hospital room. It was only a matter of time before...before he took his last breath.

"Baby Doll," he summoned me closer.

"Yes daddy?" 

He wrapped his once protective arms around me. His voice rasped with weakness, my daddy whispered into my ear.

"I love you. Remember I won't ever leave you, but you have to let me go."

My mind screamed no. Hot tears stung my face and fell onto my daddy's cheek.

"Daddy, I can't let you go."

He reached and touched my hand with his. It was cold as an Arctic winter. It was time, time to let him go. 

I whispered against his ear. "I love you daddy."

One, two, three...stop.

His hand slipped from mine. He had let go. 

"Good-bye daddy." 

I had let go.
***


Although this story is fictionalizes, it is based upon a childhood memory.


Sunday, October 21, 2012

October Madness Write-a-thon Final Thoughts

Yesterday was the last day of the challenge.I'm sad to see it end. I had a great time challenging myself tp write for 5 days, but I did it! I met my goals/

I want to thank Brtiney for hosting the challenge and hope to participate next year.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

October Madness Write-a-thon Challenge #6

Challenge #6
Set a writing goal for yourself to complete by the end of the year. Make sure it is easily measurable. Also, make sure it is something that is possible to accomplish, but also push yourself!

Don't forget to come back tomorrow to link-up your final thoughts! There will be no day six update, just include that in your final thoughts post! Also, the rafflecopter for word count will open up tomorrow. It will close on Tuesday at 12:01 AM (what most consider Monday night). And if you haven't been entering the giveaway daily, be sure to do that now! The participation giveaway rafflecopter posted last Sunday & there are LOTS of great prizes! Don't miss out!


My end of year goal:

Although I am a procrastinater, I have joined NaNoWriMo again this year and my goal is of course to write 50,000 words on thirty days. Once that is done, then on to revising those 50,000 before the year is over and have a complete, revised manuscript to sent to editor or agent.

My NaNoWriMo project is comtemporary romance 'Here Comes the Bridegroom'.

October Madness Friday Progress

This is the end... I'm sad to see it over. This challenge got my creative juices flowing and yesterday I spend a lot of time writing...going placces I hadn't been before.

Thanks Britney!

Friday Fictioneers-An Unforgettable Ride

Photo by Ron Pruitt
This week I'm joining the ranks of Friday Fictioneers. This is the last week to be hosted by Madison Woods. Next week you can join Rochelle Wisoff  when she takes over.

What is Friday Fictioneers?
Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words based on a picture prompt and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
 
An Unforgettable Ride
 
"All aboard," the mentally and psychically exhausted bus driver summoned the assorted, weary passengers onto the waiting bus.
 
They formed a line and ten souls clamored aboard the Jefferson bus line headed to their destination. A squalling baby interrupted pleasant conversation among the adult passengers.
 
"Shut that brat up!" An angry male voice called from the back.
 
A buzz of commotion flooded the bus. The baby's cries grew louder. The young mother tried to sooth the upset infant.
 
'Alright, everyone just calm down," the overworked bus driver ordered.
 
The passengers stopped chattering as the bus lurched forward. The last sound heard was the crying baby.

Saturday Centus- The Eyes Have It

Jenny Matlock
 
Saturday Centus is hosted by Jenny Matlock. Today's prompt is based on this piture.
PROMPT: 100 words based in this bizarre picture
WORD COUNT - Not to exceed 100
STYLE OF WRITING - Any
PICTURES - Any additional
 
 
 
The Eyes Have It
 

"Green, no wait blue maybe." I can't remember the color of his eyes. I do remember how they pierced through my soul with a desire so strong my heart exploded into tiny shards.

It's been five years since I saw those eyes. I could feel them watching me, tearing down the wall I had built around my heart. I shuddered knowing what those eyes were capable of doing to me.

I tried to make my escape, but I was caught in his seductive web. His gaze clamored for my attention. A single tear fell from eyes filled with golden fire.
 
 
 
 





Giving Tuesday: Tuesday November 27, 2012

World Homeless Day
 
On Tuesday November 27, 2012, charities, families, businesses and individuals are coming together to transform the way people think about, talk about and participate in the giving season.
It’s a simple idea. Find a way for your family, your community, your company or your organization to join in acts of giving. Tell everyone you can about what you are doing and why it matters. Join a national celebration of our great tradition of generosity.
And together we’ll create ways to give more, give better and give smarter.

Trifextra: Thirty-Eight: I Wish I May I Wish I Might

 
On to the weekend challenge. The Monkey's Paw, a short story by W.W. Jacobs, is about the strings that come with granted wishes. We are asking you to write 33 words exactly about three wishes that come at a high price to the wisher.

 I Wish I May I Wish I Might

Three shooting stars whoosh across the black velvet night sky. Three lucky souls will get their wish: a wish for luck, a wish for love, a wish for life...but at what price ?






Friday, October 19, 2012

Not What You Think

 
This week the prompt asked you to write a 300 word fiction or creative non-fiction piece focusing on tension arising from a misinterpreted written note or eavesdropped conversation.
 
 
"Liar!' Jenna flung the faded birth certificate at her mother.
 
"Jenna, you... don't understand."
 
"Yes I do," You lied to me."
 
Jenna retrieved the document that proved she was adopted. She ripped it to shreads and stormed out of the kitchen.
 
How could my parent's lie to me all these years about who I really was?
 
Hot, salty tears spilled over her cheek and onto her lips. Hebert and Joan Wilson weren't her real parents. A woman named Millie Sims was her mother, no father mentioned.
 
Loud, angry sounds emmited from the kitchen. Her parent's were arguing.
 
"I told you Joan, we should have told her the truth."
 
"But Herbert, she's our daughter. She doesn't belong to that tramp Millie Sims."
 
Jenna rushed into the kitchen to confront her parent's.
 
"Stop it! I don't care if you're not my biological mom and dad."
 
She rushed to them and placed her arms tight around their necks.
 
Oh, Jenna dear, you are our natural daughter."
 
Jenna raised her eyebrows.
 
"I am? But the birth certificate..."
 
"Is your sister's," her father spoke.
 
"Cammie?"
 
Cammie's not my sister.
 
"Yes Jenna. We adopted Cammie, then found out I was pregnant with you," her mother stammered.
 
"Mom, dad I don't understand."
 
"Millie Sims was my sister," her father's voiced faltered. "She and your mom where pregnant at the same time. Millie had the baby and died in chidbirth."
 
Jenna felt sorry for her parents. She shouldn't have accused them until she got all the facts.
 
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
 
"We know dear. The birth certificate was suppose to be hidden."
 
"It was, but I snooped and found it."
 
"Let's just forget it even happened and never let your sister know."
 
Jenna nodded in agreement.
 
"Let me know what?" Cammie asked.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


October Madness Challenge #5

Today's challenge from Britney: Challenge #5
Make a list of the Top 10 Books (You Think) Every Writer Should Read. You can cater the list toward whatever genre you write (i.e. Top 10 Books Every Poet Should Read, Top 10 Books Every YA Contemporary Writer Should Read, Top 10 Books Every Picture Book Writer Should Read, etc.)

So without further adieu here is my list:

  1. The Elements of Style by William Strunk Jr.  No writer can do without this constant companion.
  2. Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation by Lynne Truss
  3. Grammatically Correct by Anne Stilman
  4. Novel & Short Story Writer's Market by Adria Haley (One of my favorite's)
  5. On Writing: 10th Anniversary Edition: A Memoir of the Craft  by Stephen King
  6. On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction by William Knowlton Zinsser
  7. Writing Fiction For Dummies by Randy Ingermanson and Peter Economy
  8. Writing Dialogue by Tom Chiarella
  9. 250 Things You Should Know About Writing by Chuck Wendig
  10. Writing to Heal the Soul: Transforming Grief and Loss Through Writing by Susan Zimmermann
This is my list. What's yours?

October Madness Write--a-thon Thursday Progress

Well, I'm kind of sad as the write-a-thon soon comes to an end. I've enjoyed this mini challenge as it has got my creative juices flowing.

Thursday was a great day of writing.

I wrote a few new pieces and worked revising a few WIP's.

My word count was well over 2000 which I am very porud of.

Thanks Britney for hosting this wonderful challenge!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

100 Word Challenge- Out of Time

This week I'm participating in 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#62
This week we are staying with normal life and the prompt is:
…it can’t be that time….
You have, as usual, 100 words to add to these 5 making 105 in total. Keep it suitable for PG certificate and please put a link somewhere back to this post so that others can find it and join us.
If you are befuddled by the whole thing, read ‘What is 100WCGU?’ which may help. If not please leave a comment below. The link will close on Monday 22nd Oct.


Here is my 100 plus 5

Out of Time


I glanced at the black and white clock on the stark avocado green wall. Noon. It can’t be that time…

My husband John would come through the emergency room doors and tell me everything was alright. He would assure me our teenage daughter and her boyfriend weren't killed in a car accident. It was only a dream, surreal.

I saw a blood soaked white coat out of the corner of my puffed, tear soaked eyes come toward me. John knelt beside me as I crumbled to the checkered tiled floor.Death wrapped us up in a cocoon weaved with threads of careless youth.

Will the Real Debra Ann Gray-Elliott Please Stand Up

 
I discovered the Life: Unmasked blog hop hosted by  Joy in the Journey. Today I am sharing my first unmasked post.
 
Will the real Debra Ann Gray-Elliott please stand up?
 
You see, my problem is I don't know who she is. There are days when I think I have mastered the real, true me. Then, I begin to question do I really know who I am?
 
I know I am a daughter, wife, mother, and grandmother. I know I wear many hats. I am a published author.  I know I am a Christian, but what I don't know is my purpose.
 
I wasn't born Debra Ann Gray. I was born probably with the last name Ingram. I know my biological mother, but not my father. At four months old I became Debra Ann Gray. At eighteen I became Debra Ann Gray-Burdeaux.  Twenty years later I became Debra Ann Gray-Elliott and thirteen years later I still have no clue to who I really am.
 
Am a soul brought into this universe to make a difference?
Inside this soul is the real me waiting to escape and fulfill my purpose set forth fifty-two years ago.
 
When you begin to doubt the real you, just remember you were created in perfection, but life is filled with imperfection and flaws, but you are not.

For encouragement check out Getting Through the Hurt and Learning How to Heal by Debra Ann Elliott
 
Will the real Debra Ann Gray-Elliott please stand up!
 
 

October Madness Challenge #4

Challenge #4
Take the current book you are reading, or if you aren’t reading one now (shame on you!) the last book you read. Try to write a one sentence “pitch” of the book.

This challenge may sound simple (only one sentence!), but don't let it fool you!


The book: Murder on the Menu by Miranda Bliss.

One sentence  pitch: When best friends Annie and Eve join forces with their favorite cooking teacher Jim, Annies on-again, off-again boyfriend to run his new restaurant things go smoothly unitl Annie and Eve's best friend Sarah a congressional aide is found dead in her bathtub.

It is hard to write a one sentence pitch, but I gave it a shot!

October Madness Wednesday Progress



Wednesday was a good day for me. I worked on a few projects and tried to focus on writing, but I was distracted a bit yesterday. Onward to Thursday, which is progresses well.

Life As It Goes

 

As dusty days go past
the summer of youth does not last
it passes by in a blink
as life begins to sink...

Alphabe-Thursday Letter V

Jenny Matlock
 
Alphabe-Thursday is hosted by Jenny Matlock. I haven't participated in a while, so I'm jumping back in and getting my feet wet. The letter of the day is V. My word is visualize.
 
to see or form a mental image of...

I love this word. It is especially important in writing. When you write, of course you want to show and not tell. Visualization is an important tool in this process. If you can't visualize your characters, then how can you expect your readers too see what your see.

I have a proclivity of falling into the 'tell trap' and not show my readers what I visualize.  You have to use the senses of smell, taste, hearing and feeling, and sight.

What smells can your reader visualize(yes, readers visualize smells!)? How can your MC describe what something taste like(a juicy melon, a vanilla coffee). Invoke images of taste.

Hearing is another important visualization tool. When your MC hears a noise, make your MC visualize that noise(a glass shattering, a slamming door...). How does something feel in your writing? I recently learned this lesson the hard way in one of my writing projects. I learned as a writer you just can't decribe something with one word, you have to use several descriptive words to bring an object to life, to make your reader visualize it.

And now the most important visualization tool: sight...

Your reader has to see what you wrote. Show, show, show...bring your characters to life. Don't tell their story, show their story.

Visualize what you want to write...


 
 
 
 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

October Madness Challenge #3

Today's challenge from Britney, which is right up my alley.

Challenge #3

Today's challenge involves poetry. Wait! Don't run away! It'll be fun. I promise. Poetry is a great way to stretch your writing skills. Just give it a try.


1. Grab a dictionary.

2. Randomly open up to a page and point at a word.
3. Repeat steps 1 & 2 two more times.
4. Take your 3 words and use them to create a haiku.

She's seen haikus appear EVERYWHERE lately, so she thought this could be fun! For the purpose of this challenge, we're just using the most basic rules of a haiku: 3 lines. Line one has 5 syllables. Line two has seven. Line three has 5.



My three words are: malarkey, pundit, and egregious...
malarkey: insincere or foolish talk
pundit: a person who gives opinions in an authoritative manner usually through the mass media
egregious: archaic: distinguished


Egregious writer
pundit facet your manner
malarkey you spout

October Madness Tuesday Progress


It's time for another October Madness Write-a-thon update...

Yesterday I worked on a few new writing projects, wrote a couple of scenes and pitches. All in all I made some progress, not what I hoped for but I'm getting there.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

October Madness Challenge #2

 Today's October Madness Write-a-thon challenge from Britney:

Challenge #2
Pick your favorite character from a book. Add this character to a scene in your WIP. If you don’t write fiction, get creative with this. If your goal is to write in your journal, pretend you are writing your journal entry as a letter to this character. If you write magazine articles, write an article from this character’s POV.

I've chosen to write about Jacob Marley from Charles Dickens 'A Christmas Carol'. My WIP is Mirror Mirror a YA paranormal romance when girl meets ghost.

"Who are you?" Megan stammered and reached for the telephone.

"Megan, please do not be alarmed."

"Alarmed! I don't know who you are or how you got in my room?"

"I am your protector. You guardian ghost"

Megan picked up the receiver to dial 9-1-1, but Jax grabbed her arm.

"Let me go!"

"Megan, please let me explain."

Megan wasn't sure why, but she didn't place the call for help.

"Okay, explain how you got here."

Jax stood next to the mirror.

"I'm a ghost."

The handsome man that stood before her was a ghost. Impossible. The only ghosts she knew didn't

look this good. A picture of Jacob Marley entered her head and she giggled.

"Don't you believe me?"

Maybe she did, after all she did plead with the mirror to send her a handsome bridegroom.

"Prove it."

Jax waved his arms and floated to where she sat. Megan jumped when he landed on the bed.

"Now do you believe me?"

The blue-eyed ghost sitting on her bed sure was no Jacob Marley.

October Madness Monday Progress



I did work on a new WIP. I got a few words written, posted a couple of new blog posts and worked on new query letters.

Today I am going to work on a goal of 2000 words for my new WIP.

Good lick everyone!

Debra

Monday, October 15, 2012

Trifecta: Week Forty-Seven:


This week I am joining the ranks of the writer's at Trifecta. On to this week's prompt, which is again inspired by the upcoming dark holiday.Please remember to use the third definition, which, in this case, is fairly specific.
Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.

This week's word is black.

BLACK

1a : of the color black
b (1) : very dark in color
(2): having a very deep or low register
(3) : heavy, serious
2a : having dark skin, hair, and eyes : swarthy
b (1) often capitalized : of or relating to any of various population groups having dark pigmentation of the skin
(2) : of or relating to the African-American people or their culture
(3) : typical or representative of the most readily perceived characteristics of black culture
3: dressed in black
 
 
Dressed in Black
 
Winter snow fell heavy onto the crimson roses in my once beautiful garden. The only thing left were the roses. No matter what the situation I could count on the buds to bloom, until that particular winters day when the snow came.
It wasn't winter really, the end of October actually. Halloween to be exact. At first I thought my mind was playing tricks. The trickle of snowflakes became an army of massive soldiers who trampled onto my roses.
 
I tried to rush outside to save my precious babies, but I saw it. It glared at me, as to mock me. A dark, shadowed figured dressed in black stood in the middle of the garden. Snowflakes danced on the wind around the illusion.
 
This thing reminded of winter crows on the prowl. White covered the black. Black covered the white. I no longer could see outside my window. The pretty snowflakes had become a blizzard. It was too late for my crimson roses. Thirty-three perfect roses, stood naked in a snow-covered garden dressed in black.
 
 
 

October Madness Challenge #1

 
 
Today's challenge from Britney:
1. Visit this website:
2. Keep all the fields the same and hit “Generate.”
3. Read the prompt at the bottom of the page.
4. Write for 5 minutes and see what you come up with.
 
Here's my challange prompt: 'A character steals something, but it is done for different reasons than people would expect. A character is greedy throughout most of the story. During the story, a character has an accident at home.'
 
 

Jessie couldn't help it. She had the disease. Jessie was a kleptomaniac. Since she was six years old and stole her Nana's favorite watch. She had it bad. Jessie took unusual things. She couldn't help herself.
 
Over the years her disease became greed. She had a proclivity for greed, not taking things anymore out of habit, but out of greed.
 
Jessie's stash of stolen goods built and built until they overwhelmed her and she has no room in her tiny house. She'd become a hoarder and in the end her disease and her greed caused the accident. She lit the cigarette too close to a brand new shiny gas heater.
 
Note:
All of the elements were used in this prompt.
Paragraph 1:steals
Paragraph 2: greedy
Paragraph 3: accident
Time: 10:25 am-10:30 am CST
 
Be sure to tweet about October madness write-a-thon #octmadwrite

Blog Action Day #PowerOfWe

Founded in 2007, Blog Action Day brings together bloggers from different countries, interests and languages to blog about one important global topic on the same day. Past topics have included water, climate change, poverty and food with thousands of blogs, big and small, taking part.
in 2012, Blog Action Day will be held on October 15. This year our theme is the Power of We.

This is the second year I've had the honor of participating in Blog Action Day.

'The power of we'.... this statement can mean anything. The power for communities to take back their city from crime, drugs and violence, the power for parents to get involved in their children's lives, the power for churches take action and help others.

But today I want to talk about the POWER OF WE as a whole for our nation.

"WE THE PEOPLE of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America."

The preamble to the United States Consititution does not say I, it says WE THE PEOPLE. The presidential election is only a few short weeks away and many American's will elect whom they believe to be the best leader, the one who can guide us, the one who is part of WE THE PEOPLE.

I am not saying who I think should be the president of our great nation, but WE THE PEOPLE have the power to select the one who will make a difference, the one who we can depend upon, lean on when times are not good, when WE THE PEOPLE are fed up, discouraged and angry.

American's have the POWER OF WE...
WE matter
WE count
WE speak

On Tuesday, November 6, 2012 show your POWER OF WE...be the power, the force, the voice that changes our nation.

Be a WE, because there is no I in team....

For a list of participants check it out here.

Check out all the great POWER OF WE posts on twitter hashtags #powerofwe, #BlogActionDay2012 and  #BAD12. Also, you can sign up here or here.

What are you waiting for? Be part of the POWER OF WE and make a difference!











Saturday, October 13, 2012

Saturday Centus-the leaves

Jenny Matlock
 
Saturday Centus is hosted by Jenny Matlock.
 
PROMPT: "The leaves crunched under my boots until they didn't."
WORD COUNT - Not to exceed 109 (including the prompt)

STYLE OF WRITING - First person
PICTURES - Any additional

The leaves crunched under my feet until they didn't....their crispness faded when I stomped them into the wet, muddy ground. I didn't want their reminder of another time. Autumn was my worst season. It was a time when things changed, when new became old...like me.

Memories that once were sharp as a tack, now where like the pieces of leaves I had crushed into oblivion. Orange, brown, and yellow memories crunched under my feet. They swirled and turned from beauty into ashes. Just like the Autumn wind blew in another direction, the leaves crunched under my feet until they didn't.
 


Friday, October 12, 2012

October Madness Write-A-Thon Goals

From October 15-20 I am part of the October Madness Write-a-Thon hosted by Britney.
Here's how this whole thing is going to work:
  • Today's link for goals will stay open until Monday morning.
  • The giveaway post will go live Sunday morning and will close on Tuesday the 23rd.
  • Each morning (Monday-Saturday) she will post a challenge. You can post your challenge responses (or your thoughts on the challenge & what you learned) to your blog, twitter account, or in the comments section of the challenge post. You may post your updates the same way. Each challenge post will have a linky at the bottom for you to link up your challenge & update posts. If you're using twitter & you tweeted more than once, please only include ONE link per day (you can post one for the challenge & one for updates). Thanks!
  • The challenge posts & updates are NOT required. They are just a fun way to engage with one another. Plus, they will get you bonus entries in the giveaway!
So here are my October Madness Write-A-Thon Goals:
1. Write every day at least 500-1000 words.
2. Update my blogs more regular
3. Work on at least one novel (revising, drafting, whatever it might be.)

What are your writing goals for October?

You can join in the fun by linking up or posting on twitter using hashtag #octmadwrite.