This “journey” requires two photos: Daddy and Me — Then and Now
The “journey” through life isn’t too hard when you have
the best daddy in the world by your side.
My church has a small room designated as a prayer chapel, where people can go specifically to pray during the week and on Sundays, before and during the services. This group of crosses was carefully chosen and “arranged” across one wall of the chapel to help those who enter the room focus on Jesus Christ and the power of His complete salvation.
The cookies “arranged” on this plate are from a generations-old recipe in my father’s family. They are called Hungarian cookies (even though his family is Bulgarian/Russian). These cookies, filled with hickory nut goodies (pecans if hickory nuts are not available), are one of my favorite treats in the whole world. My dad is the only one left in the family who makes the cookies, and this batch was made especially for me on my birthday. MmmmMmmmMmmm!
Warning: The real purpose of this article is to get you to do some writing exercises. However, once started, those exercises can become seriously addictive. So think carefully before you read any further, because once you are hooked on this habit – honestly – only God knows where you might end up!
I often have people ask me where I come up with the ideas for my novels. There are many answers to that question, but one of those answers is that while doing a simple writing exercise one night, I found myself in the middle of a brand new novel about people, places, and events that I had never before considered for a story. My original intent, as I planned this article, was just to respond to this question about my own ideas. But as I pondered writing this for my readers, I decided that perhaps many of you would like to experiment with these exercises as well, so I’ve included some specific instructions in this article.
Now, back to my personal experience: At the time, I was in the middle of working on two separate books, but one evening, I just felt blah about working on either of them. I wasn’t experiencing anything like “writer’s block.” In fact, I’m not sure I really even believe that there is such a thing. But that’s a different subject. This particular evening, I was just not in the mood to “work” on either project – or to do anything else significant for that matter. That’s when I decided to do what I often had my creative writing students do in order to keep themselves honed: work on a writing exercise.
These writing exercises are similar to the “challenges” and “prompts” that WordPress offers in an effort to give their bloggers ideas to write about. The main difference between those prompts and the exercises is that, with the WP prompts, you can take your time and think, organize your ideas, and tweak things as you go. Not so with the exercises. One of the primary components of these writing calisthenics is to force yourself to give your innermost imagination totally free rein to dig deeply into that gold-mine of creativity that lies within.
You must write for the specified amount of time, and you must not stop to consciously “think” about what’s coming next. It’s a little like those psychological tests where the doctor says a word, and you must respond with the “very first” word that pops into your mind. You know: automatic reflex. So in order to get any good out of the exercises at all, you must be absolutely honest with yourself. If you cheat and “stop to think,” you’ve already lost a chance at the “gold” that’s lies deep within your own personal mine.
The basics are as follows: Decide on an allotted time span (3 minutes, 5 minutes, 15 minutes …). Grab the very first 2-word phrase that pops into your mind. (This can be done with only one word or with a 5-word phrase as well, but I’m just giving you an example. And it’s good to sit down once in a while and just jot down little phrases like that in a notebook so that they will be available for this kind of exercise whenever you’re in the mood.) Now, DON’T THINK about the 2-word phrase. Just write it onto the sheet of paper in front of you. Once you have written down those words, KEEP WRITING. Do not stop for any reason – especially not to think or plan what’s coming next. I keep repeating that part because that’s where everybody tends to bog down. (I know: I’m sounding like a teacher now, right?)
Now … back to my own experience once more: When I decided, on that fateful evening, to accept the challenge of doing an exercise, I sat down to the computer without any preconceived notions and just literally grabbed the very first two words that popped into my head. They were the words “peanut shells.” I was totally surprised. There was nothing going on in my life at the time that would have given me any expectation of those words being at the “top” of my thoughts. But I wrote down those two words and – without any further conscious thought – kept writing.
In this case, I didn’t bother with a time limit, because I was wanting something to do for a while anyway. I wrote until nothing was flowing freely any longer. By that time I had almost two chapters of a brand new novel, and I was so into the story that I felt it was going to be one of my best. It isn’t quite finished yet, although the ending is written. I know everything else that needs to go into it, but my “day job” has kept me from getting it completely finished.
I will throw in another thought here as well: One of the perks I’ve enjoyed as a creative writing teacher is that I’ve had many opportunities to work closely with some extremely gifted young
people. It is such a pleasure to see what they are capable of, and this kind of exercise has gleaned some very good results for – and from – many of them. Generally, in the classroom, I have the students draw from a list of words or phrases that were made up by someone else, so that we are positive that no preconceived ideas got in the way. A few of their exercises have led to pieces that have been, not only fun, but quite funny as well. At the end of this article, I will share two of them that I think you will enjoy.
So … can we expect that every such exercise will bring us literary gold from which we can glean articles that will sell? No. Of course not. But if you want to write and enjoy all the pleasures and treasures that can come from that kind of career – or hobby – doing these exercises on a somewhat regular basis will eventually lead to a wealth of material that can be used in any number of projects that lie ahead. And periodically, there will be one that really will launch you into an entire book within a matter of minutes. Actually, even if you don’t particularly want to write professionally, but you just enjoy new challenges to your intellect and creativity, these exercises offer a storehouse of enjoyment.
Now, if you would like to try some of these exercises and would like to share what you come up with, you are very welcome to post a comment on here that includes your final product – or post it on your own blog and give us the link. But remember: DO NOT do any serious editing. I realize that you will automatically tend to stop typing and hit the “backspace” key if you see a typo pop onto the page, but try to hold the “backtracking” to a minimum. One thing
that will help is to remember that this is not a “typing test.” You don’t have to type “fast.” Just don’t stop writing to mull over ideas before you put them down. And if you feel you are extremely slow with the keyboard, you might want to write your article by hand and then type it for posting. (But remember: no re-writing while you type.)
If, when you’re done, you have some typos, misspelled words, or punctuation that will make your article too difficult to read, then go ahead and correct those. But please do not sit and re-write sections before you share them with us. We will automatically assume that you would go back and make corrections and bring the article up to publication level before doing anything professional with it. Remember: these are “exercises.” You expect to look slightly grungy when the workout is just finished. The rest of us will not read your work as editors; we will just enjoy the fun of finding out – along with you – just how creative you really are.
If you are going to try an exercise, here’s what I suggest for the first time. Set a timer for 5 minutes. Choose a word or phrase from the lists I provide below. Write it down and don’t stop writing, no matter what, until the timer goes off. When the timer goes off, you may finish the sentence you are in the process of writing, but no more.
Now, if you find yourself on a roll, and you think you have something that may be growing into a piece you really want to publish, don’t stop writing completely. Do this: Mark the place where you were when the timer went off, but then keep writing. If you decide to share what you wrote in the 5-minute limit, give us just that amount.
And please do not feel obligated to share what you have written. You may want to do these exercises on a regular basis for your own sake and never share them with anyone. That’s perfectly fine as well. After all, the real purpose is for you to discover that creative gold inside. I’d just like to give you an opportunity to share if you feel inclined to do so. You can type the whole exercise into the Comment box attached to this article, or you may just put a link there to the exercise on your own site.
To All My POET Friends: I’ve never tried these exercises with poetry personally. I’m sure it’s more of a challenge for you because of not being allowed to stop and think of rhyming words. But if any of you are interested enough to try it, I’d really like to know what you come up with.
ONE FINAL IMPORTANT NOTE: Please bear in mind that my site is one that is devoted to wholesome and family-friendly material. If you find that you have written a piece that does not fall into that category, please do not share it on this site. Just think G / PG rating, and you will be fine.
Word List: (Must be the very first word in your piece)
cotton
blue
dilapidated
straining
Phrase List: (Must be the very first words of your piece)
the doorbell rang
I can’t see you
never again
in the laundry room
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Here are two examples of results from writing exercises that you may enjoy.
Both of these pieces were the work of a high school junior named Joanna Allen, who holds the copyright. They have since been published in a book entitled Imagination X 6, which includes a variety of works by high school students.
Exercise # 1: The phrase “don’t eat that” had to be used as the first words of the piece.
Don’t eat that piece of gum your sister dropped on the floor! She was at school today, and she borrowed some gum from her friend. That friend has a father who is a professor of chemistry at the university. They are working with the CIA to devise a gum that they will give to foreign diplomats who are causing America problems.
The gum contains a chemical that they will ingest into their system. That chemical will kill them and their advisers within two weeks. The advisers will die by breathing their diplomat’s breath.
Then we will choose each of those countries a new diplomat with whom we can reason. So … don’t eat that!
Exercise # 2 Student was given one word: Period. It had to be used in the very first sentence of the piece.
“Where is your period, Natalie?” her teacher asked.
“I am truly sorry, Mrs. Conner, but you see, as I was trying to finish my rough draft, a bolt of lightning hit my computer, and then my dog went crazy, jumped up on my desk, and snatched my homework right out of my printer. I chased after him, but by the time I retrieved my homework, it was all wet and unreadable.
“My dad went to Best buy and bought a new laptop, but when he got home, he told me I had to be in bed by 11:00. We set it up really fast, and at 10:59, I finished my paper with the last sentence. But before I could add the last punctuation mark, the clock chimed 11:00, and I had to go to bed. And that’s what happened to my period.”
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HAPPY EXERCISING
This post is my first experiment with the slideshow apparatus. I decided it would be a good time to try to feature several more photos by Terry Valley, a good friend and professional photographer from Wisconsin. It’s sweet of him to allow me to use his photos to do this experiment. I hope it turns out well. I hope you enjoy Terry’s work and God’s creation.
(Special thanks to Lucid Gypsy for insisting I could do this.)
I turned to Love and said, “I must be free.”
And Love said, “Surely. Take your liberty.”
I asked, “In truth? You set me free to roam?”
Then Love replied, “Just please remember home.”
And so I flew to north, south, east, and west.
And finally back to home I came to rest.
Then turned to Love and said, “You were so brave,
To let me try my wings. So much you gave.”
Love smiled and said, “Refusal to set you free
Would mean I loved — not you — but only me.”
This week I’m sharing a photo that was taken by a good friend of mine who is a professional photographer. Terry Valley lives in Wisconsin, and most of his work features various aspects of God’s beautiful creation as seen in that area. This photo is one of my favorites of his and is used with several others in a line of greeting cards called the “God’s Green Earth Collection.” It was taken in the very early morning, and I thought it was a good example of seeing “through” the stand of trees to that beautiful white horse in the field beyond.
Anyone interested in seeing more of Terry’s work or contacting him about it
is welcome to send me a comment requesting more information.
“When the swallows come back to Capistrano … all the mission bells will ring.” This line from the song by Leon Rene has been crooned by scores of different American singers since its first rendition in 1940. And it has immortalized for us the event that takes place every year at the San Juan Capistrano Mission in California, where, in fact, all the mission bells do ring to welcome back the famous swallows. This week marks another celebration of this event, which has been taking place on March 19th, without fail, for at least 200 years, maybe more. The subject is so timely that I have re-blogged this article from my “Hangin’ Out With God” site because I thought some of my readers here might enjoy it and appreciate the links to more information on the historic event itself.
Did you hear the bells this past Monday? The bells at San Juan Capistrano? Thousands of people did hear them, because they gathered, as they do every year, to rejoice in and celebrate the return of the beloved Swallows. These famous swallows begin their flight every year at dawn on February 18th, from the Argentinian city of Goya, and arrive at the San Juan Capistrano mission, without fail, on the morning of March 19th.
According to Argentinian magazine correspondent Enrique Bermudez, who has made a thorough study of the swallows, they fly a total of 7,500 miles one way on this astounding trip, which they have been making every year for at least 200 years. Bermudez, who writes for Para Todos Magazine, says the swallows fly most of their journey at an altitude of 6,600 feet and move at a speed of 18…
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I re-blogged this article from my “Happy Patriot” site. I’m just in the mood to share it farther and wider.
My mother was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She was kind, generous, gracious, and
hospitable to everyone she come into contact with. She loved people, and she saw “specialness” in very ordinary people and very ordinary events in life. Then she celebrated that “specialness” in poetry.
Yes, my mother was a poet. I don’t imagine anyone would call her work “world-shaking,” but it was a collection of words and emotions that gently lifted up the people and events in her “ordinary” life — and lifted up the God who had given all of them to her.
As I look at the clock on my computer screen, I see that we have just crossed into the “second day of spring,” and every spring I am reminded especially of two of my mother’s poems. They are probably my favorites of all of her work. Her book, Life Is Worth Living, includes poems on many subjects, and she even wrote a poem to me specifically at one point in her life. Each of those poems has its own unique place for its own unique reasons. But, somehow, for me, these two poems best represent my mother’s gifts for seeing “specialness” in small, everyday things. I’d like to share them with you.
NEW LIFE
Why the Crocus – a pretty little thing –
Should burst forth, the first sign of spring?
Though buried and dormant in snow and cold,
Will bear new blossoms, so bright and bold.
Of all the plants, like flowers and trees,
The Crocus is the first, the smallest of these;

A rainbow of colors, like one in the sky,
Yet so close to the earth. I wonder why
He chose the Crocus, so very, very small,
To show the world there is new life for all.
WISH I WERE A BUMBLEBEE
Now I’m safe high up in this tree.
Or could he be fooling me?
Gone away far too soon;
Hardly ever leaves ’till noon.
Oh, to bark or snarl or chase
Would take that grin off of his face.
Or if I were a bumblebee,
Bet that cat would be afraid of me!
One little wren don’t have a chance
When that arched back starts to prance.
But I will figure out how, some day,
To make him prance the other way.
Oh, for two horns – like a bull;
I’d show him just who had some pull.
Or if I were a bumblebee,
Bet that cat would be afraid of me!
Just like a snake in the grass,
Lie and wait for him to pass.
Or to buzz around his ears
Would show up some of his cat fears.
Oh, to sting him on the nose
Sure would keep him on his toes.
Yes, if I were a bumble bee,
That darn cat would be afraid of me!
Oh, to sting him on the nose
Sure would keep him on his toes.
Yes, if I were a bumblebee,
That darn cat would be afraid of me!
Poems: © 1979 Vera Faye Pavloff
Crocus Photo: © 2011 Brenda Calvert
Bird Photo: © 2011 Beautiful Free Pictures
Place: Heaven, looking down at Earth
Cast: God, One Inquisitive Angel
Conversation:
Angel to God: “What are you doing, God?”
God: “Creating a man.”
Angel: “What are you going to do with him?”
God: “Love him.”
Angel: “What will he do for you?”
God: “Give me pleasure.”
Angel: “Will he give you pleasure that is different from what the rest of your creation gives you?”
God: “Oh, yes. He will be a speaking spirit just like me, who will have the ability to choose by his own free will to love me and communicate with me constantly.”
Angel: “Have you thought that he might use his free will to choose not to love you? He could end up giving you a lot of trouble.”
God: “Oh yes, he will give me a lot of trouble. … But he is worth it!”
(Oh that we would see ourselves as God sees us!)
I have just conceived this “brilliant” idea which I hope will help me conclude a search that has been going on intermittently for the past couple of years. But it’s only now that I have found some “friends,” via the blogging community, who, because they live in England, just might be able to help me. I have exhausted all the resources I can find, but to no avail.
I am looking for Miss Read (actually Dora Jesse Saint) the English author of scores of the most delightful novels I have had the privilege of reading. Although she has written of other things, her most popular works — and my favorites — are her lighthearted renderings of the everyday life of people in the fictional English villages of “Fairacre” and “Thrush Green.” For those who are unacquainted with her work, I might say that you could liken their tenor and quality to the stories of The Andy Griffith Show in the United States, with their unobtrusive, kind-hearted, home-made comfort for the soul.
When I am stressed, troubled, down-hearted, or just in the mood for a quiet, relaxing evening, I pick up a Miss Read book, prop my feet up, and live happily ever after — at least for a while. I have read most of these books at least three times each, and some a few more. But for some reason, I never tire of them.
Knowing Dora Saint was born in 1913, I guess I had just assumed she was no longer with us. However, only recently I discovered that she is evidently still very much with us and is currently living in a hamlet near Newbury in Berkshire. But there is no contact information for her online anywhere that I can find, and my experience in the past with trying to go through publishers to pass on information to authors has proven useless.
I would very much like to just send her a message to say how much joy and refreshing her books have given me. I’m sure, with all the praise she has had from more worthy sources throughout her career, my words would seem small. Nevertheless, as an author myself, who is always thrilled to know my work blesses anyone, I believe that she would appreciate hearing that ‘thanks’ from even one more person. And I feel it’s important for me to tell her.
If I knew she lived in a small town in the U. S., I would simply call the local post office, tell them I was sending a letter to her in that city, and ask if they would be so kind as to make sure it gets delivered to the correct house. Post offices have done that in the past. But I have no idea how the postal service works in England — or what other means of communication might be available in a Berkshire hamlet. So I’m calling on any of my English “friends,” whom I have recently met through WordPress, for help: if the names of these communities are familiar to you, and/or you can add to the information I have concerning where Miss Read lives and how I might mail, e-mail, or fax a message to her personally, I would appreciate the input very much.
Also, I do know that her husband (now deceased) was named Douglas. They had one child, a daughter named Jill. Perhaps even that information could be of help to someone who understands how to obtain contact information in England better than I do.
What a treat it is to be able to communicate with people from all over the world through the technology available today. I am blessed to have that opportunity, and to live in what really is “a small world after all.”
Thank you for any help you can offer. It is really a “long shot,” as we say in the States, but for me it is important enough to at least try this avenue!