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07 September 2012

Silence says it all.

Today's writing piece comes from a writing prompt at Write on Edge about utilizing local nostalgia to create a short story.  As I just finished pasting this onto my blog, I realized I didn't utilize any particular "named" local things, but utilized a place and activities to tell my fiction tale.        


     Lily sat on the stool facing the window, so she could get a good look at the bay.    Her coffee steam fogged her glasses, reacting to how cool it had been outside.  Fall in Seattle was her favorite season, but as she thought of a warmer place, a warmer time in her life, the orange leaves rippled into rolling waves.  Sand crept up between her toes; it was abrasive, yet comforting.  A set of wings flapped past her head, and Lily realized it was an old, hungry friend.  Lily made many friends at the ocean.  One in particular flooded her with nostalgia.
            It had been so many years since Drew, so many lost nights in the sand and surf.  His warm tan skin and his confident golden eyes enveloped Lilys memories in a passionate, yet fleeting embrace.  She couldnt recall how many times she questioned his intentions.  She was only visiting family for the summer, after all.  Nevertheless, Drew would smile and Lily would lose it all over again, swimming in his endless passionate kisses.
            Lily focused on one particular kiss, one that came after a very important question from Drew.  He had asked her for vow of marriage a commitment a 17 year old could hardly make.  Lilys heart had stopped in her chest, as her eyes welled with tears.  She knew she could not stay with this man at the oceans edge.  She might as well jump in the Atlantic herself and save him the misery of her answer.  Lily dropped Drews gentle hands and stared towards the waves.  Drew sighed, and Lily knew it was done.  He carefully moved a strand of hair from Lilys face, leaned towards her and pressed his lips softly to hers.  Ill think of you always, my little sunshine.  He whispered close in her ear and walked away.
            Maam?  Excuse me, maam?  I think your phone is ringing again.  Its been going off for ten minutes.  The store managers voice boomed through Lilys ears, while Drews words echoed into oblivion.  Lilys reality flooded in, taking all of her sand and sorrow with it.  


06 September 2012

BLOGGIESTA - Fall Style!

It is time again for the awesomeness that is BLOGGIESTA!

This time though, it's in September (28-30 to be exact)!

In case you don't know what Bloggiesta is, I will be kind enough to tell you! ;)

Bloggiesta is a time for all bloggers to take their blog and give it a once over (or a twice over, or even a thirty times over).  You might want to change something simple about your blog like the template, background, or text color.  You may even want to go a little farther and update your blogroll, label system, or comment structure.  Even farther still, you might want to check out any of the mini-challenges that will be hosted around the blogosphere by fellow book bloggers.  Just make sure you sign up at There's A Book in the link widget to share your experience with Bloggiesta!

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your perspective), I spent a few days in August cleaning up my blog and changing stuff around.  So, for Bloggiesta this time I will focus on increasing my traffic to my blog, better time management (with regards to scheduling book reviews/posts), and maybe a few other things. 

I really, really, REALLY want to come out on the other side of this Bloggiesta triumphant and with the satisfaction of knowing I have completed a goal! :P

So join me and the many others who will be participating in BLOGGIESTA, on the last weekend in September (28th - 30th).


01 September 2012

Ink of Every Color

"Everything the wise woman learned she wrote in a book, and when the pages were black with ink, she took white ink and began again."
Karn, silver golem

I found this quote through a game I play.  I thought it was completely fitting for all of us writers out there.  There is always something to learn, something to write, and someone to share it with.


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