You’re Invited to Visit My Storybook

 

 

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Just a reminder that you always have an open invitation to visit my ‘STORYBOOK’ on Facebook. It’s a page of stories – nothing but stories. Uninterrupted free reading of my original short stories – and even an occasional excerpt from a novel – along with the link to read the rest of the story free as well.

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Wanna Get Happy???

 

COW WITH SMILEY EYES

When you’re genuinely happy,
it shows in your eyes.

 

Wanna get happy???

Here are the steps. For the next 24 hours, do the following:

  1. Make it a point to smile widely at every person and every animal you meet — and at yourself every time you look in the mirror.
  2. Every time you talk to someone (no matter what the topic) make it a point to say something positive to that individual.
  3. Deliberately stop 7 separate times during the 24 hours and thank God out loud for some blessing in your life.
  4. At the end of the 24 hours, record the happy results of your experiment.
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Anticipation Is For Grownups

 

GIFT_3I recently visited one of my great-nephews to help celebrate his birthday. He turned 7 this week, with all the excitement and expectation that involves. I knew before going that I would barely get into the room before he eagerly grabbed the bag with his gift and started digging into it. And I certainly didn’t mind. His excitement and pleasure was my reason for giving the gift. But the experience caused me to do some deeper thinking and even some soul searching.

There were three items in the gift bag, and he didn’t stop to look at that fact or to take a few seconds wondering at what could be inside the wrapping. There was no sense of anticipation as he drew the items out. He simply grabbed each one and whipped the paper off with one movement. I was heartily glad he enjoyed the experience, but I found myself thinking, “Now, if that had been me, I would have stopped and looked at the packaging and considered the shapes. I would have taken my time handling each one and carefully taking off the paper. I would not have done those things because I really cared about the paper, but because all of that prelude activity was part of my anticipation – and my enjoyment of the anticipation itself.

I have a great friend who, every time I give him a wrapped or otherwise enclosed gift, holds it for a few moments, seeming to weigh it in his hands, turning it over and looking carefully at its shape. Almost always, he smells it – especially if it comes in a sack. He closes his eyes, opens the sack, and sniffs. In fact, it is so much his habit to do so that I accuse him of receiving a gift more like a dog does than a human. Dogs always sniff something new before they connect with it completely, do they not? Of course, in my friend’s defense, I have to say that he often receives food gifts, and that action is not quite so unusual in those instances. However, he generally goes through that procedure with virtually any gift. He savors the anticipation of the gift almost as much as the item itself.

So what’s my point here? Well, as I was sitting there watching my nephew, I thought, “What a shame there is no time devoted to the anticipation, which would heighten the enjoyment.” But then the thought hit me: “He doesn’t need anticipation in order to enjoy this gift to its fullest. For him, life is so present, so immediate, that he focuses all of his enjoyment on that split-second experience of grabbing hold of the gift and whipping off the paper to reveal the prize.”

And that’s when the full realization hit home: Anticipation is for grownups. It’s only after we have lived a great number of years that we start to focus on the anticipation of good things to come. Sometimes, we even drag out the receiving of them for as long as possible, talking about how lovely the wrapping is or how heavy the item feels, peeling away the wrapping so slowly that the giver even complains that we are taking too long. I have a few friends who do this to point that I get completely frustrated with them.

But as that realization grew in my mind, I then began to ask myself why it is that we grownups seem to enjoy the anticipation so much. Is it because we’ve learned that it expands and extends and multiplies our pleasure? Or is it because, subconsciously, we have become aware that time seems to go past more quickly now, and good things just don’t seem to last as long. So we do our best to extend the time of enjoyment as much as possible – before we have to return to just ordinary life again.

I didn’t come up with an answer that day. Nor have I settled on one even now. Perhaps both of those reasons play a part in the answer. But as I think back over the way I see children enjoying almost any kind of fun, compared to the way we adults do so, I have to admit that anticipation really does seem to be a grownup thing. And that has led me to think about something else as well. I’m thinking that the next time I receive a gift or have the opportunity for a special fun experience, I may try – very hard – to grab hold of it and whip off the wrapping, without any prelude or consideration of trying to make it last longer. I just might find that I’ll enjoy it even more if I receive it as a little child.

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I Recommend “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” Series

 

NO. 1 LADIES DET. COVERI seldom post reviews of books that I am reading – not because I do not think they are worthy of a post – but mostly because I am always reading and enjoy so many different genres by so many different authors that if I let myself do so, I would be posting about them all the time, rather than about other things. However, occasionally, I find myself enjoying a book so very much that I am just compelled to share it – or to share a series that is special to me.

I have posted a time or two about the Miss Read books – authored by the late Dora Saint – and I talked about how those books take the reader right into villages, the homes, and the lives of the charming and endearing characters. I became a bona-fide citizen of the fictional villages of Thrush Green and Fairacre through living in the books of the two series by those names.

More recently – and currently – I find myself in Botswana – deeply and cheerfully involved in the lives of one Precious Ramotswe and Mr. J. L. B. Matekoni, as well as all the other colorful people who populate their lives. I met Precious and Mr. J. L. B in Alexander McCall Smith’s book, The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. That particular book eventually became a series of 15 books (as of the date of my post). The original book has been made into a movie, and the BBC eventually picked up at least some of the series for TV production.

The series shares the life of Mma Precious Ramotswe, who, after losing her father and inheriting all of his cattle, sells the cattle to get money enough to open a private detective agency. Precious has always been gifted with the ability to figure out mysteries and to find people and things, and after acquiring some education in the subject and earning a certificate, she sets out to open her business. From that point on, the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency provides the backdrop for all the colorful, lovable, entertaining people and events that carry the reader from one book to another.

I will have to admit that when I first picked up book #1 and started reading, the African names and idiomatic expressions seemed to make reading difficult. As interesting as the story sounded, I thought perhaps it would just not be worth trying to figure out all the correct pronunciations enough to make the reading flow smoothly. However, I discovered the movie online and watched it. That experience brought the language to life for me – and allowed me to grasp the unique beauty in the lyrical, almost musical, rhythm of it. (There are audio versions of the books that will do that as well.) Once I had heard the language spoken, I found it totally delightful. From that point on, I was able to pick up the books again and read with no difficulty.

I think it might be of interest to future readers of the series to note that the books have become so popular around the world that there are sites online devoted to explaining the pronunciation of the names and words used, as well as some of the social protocol that influences the way people speak to and interact with one another.

One of the most obvious and affecting things that I noticed concerning the characters, who are very real and true to life – according to all the research I have done – is that the people of Botswana think of each other and speak to each other with enormous respect. Showing respect seems to affect every part of how they speak and interact with each other and with strangers, and I can’t help but compare that to the way so many of the people of the United States speak to and treat each other. We could learn some lessons.

But, overall, the beauty of the series is that the characters do live their lives in a very realistic way – loving, caring, sharing joys and sorrows – and although the stories revolve around some degree of mystery and investigation (it is about a ladies’ detective agency after all), the whole thrust of the books is positive and life-affirming on every level. The basic, everyday wisdom that Precious and her family and friends share in thought and in dialogue help the reader see life situations at ground level – in a way that strips away all the pretense and prejudice and just lets honesty shine through. Readers often find themselves thinking: “That’s just exactly how I feel about that situation, and she has put it into perfect words.” And readers feel a sense of hope and well-being as they move through these stories and when they close each book at the end of its final chapter.

I can’t help but compare the series – as I have the Miss Read series – to the long-running American television series The Andy Griffith Show. That show has broken all kinds of records as a result of running successfully for so many years – first in its original sit-com schedule and then through decades of re-runs right up to the present day. It’s still one of the best-loved TV series that ever existed, and it’s because it tells the story of a hometown full of real-life, imperfect, but lovable people who spend their lives sharing the good and the bad with their family and friends, always focusing each other on what is wholesome and valuable in life.

Yes, I know there are thousands of readers out there who “say” they want what they call “realism,” but who mean they want to read books and see movies that focus on the ugly, the destructive, the deadly, the evil in this life. But during my 66 years on this earth, I’ve experienced just about all the good and bad that this life has to offer – both in people and in situations – and I can tell you that the vast majority of people who pick up a book or sit down to a movie – if they are honest – are hoping to find a little bit of a reminder that there really is something a little better than the bad they’ve experienced so far. They’re hoping that they will get a glimpse of a possible level of life that is just a little higher, a little finer, a little happier than what they see in the norm. They want to see heroes – men and women who have that special “something” that makes them just a little bit more noble, more loving, and more victorious than the mediocre that surrounds the average person 24/7.

I’ve always been aware that, as a writer, I have a choice to make: I can take people down to the lowest levels of life, where there dwells no happiness and no hope. Or I can take them up – by getting them to look up – to the highest levels of life and the possibilities of making the world a better place through how we live and love. That’s why I choose to write about heroes and heroines who are just a tiny bit larger than life because they are focused on what is good and true and lovely – and, yes – available – if we will but make up our minds to have it. I see that component coming through strongly in the books that I have read (so far) in The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series. That’s why I can’t seem to stop reading until I get to the last book – and I’m hoping that by then, Mr. Alexander McCall Smith will have written more.

In book # 9 of the series, The Miracle at Speedy Motors, Precious Ramotswe tells her adopted son, “We are all the same. All the same people. Bushmen, San, whatever you want to call them, and us, Batswana. White people too. Everybody. Inside us, we are exactly the same.” (Alexander McCall Smith, The Miracle at Speedy Motors, Pantheon Books, p. 35). That’s one of the main assurances the reader takes from this series. Inside us, we are all the same. That’s why it’s so easy to fall in love with the people of Botswana. Whether the reader even knows enough geography to point to the country on the map or not, he feels a kinship with its people – and thereby with all the peoples of the world – as he lives in these books.

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An Extraordinarily Accommodating Word

 

CONSTRUCT WORKER - NECK ONLYI got to thinking about the word “neck” yesterday, and I suddenly realized – for the first time in my life – what a useful little word it is. One would think that, as a writer, I should have realized the worth of this particular four-letter word before now, considering the fact that so many of our English words and phrases owe their existence to it. However, better late than never I’d say. So here is my belated tribute to an oh so common, but extraordinarily accommodating little word.

NECK: The Word & It’s Family

neck and neck

pain in the neck

necking like teenagers

don’t get your neck out of joint

don’t stick your neck out

I want to hug your neck

in this neck of the woods

hung by the neck until dead

traveling at break-neck speed

necklace

necktie

neck scarf

redneck

leathernecks

bottleneck

Great Neck, NY

 

 

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Tell Me A Story Saturday Writing Challenge – A Woman Scorned

 

Here’s my own story in response to my “Tell Me A Story Saturday” challenge. Just follow the link to learn how to join in the fun. This week we are writing stories of 25 words or less.

WOMAN SCORNED

 

 

 

 

 

 

A WOMAN SCORNED

Annie!  You’re attending my wedding?!”

I’m the planner.”

You?  My ex-wife?!”

Relax …. Here, this glass of champagne’s just for you …. It’ll all be over soon.”

 

 

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Words That Tingle the Tongue

 

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I sat thinking today about how some words are more enjoyable to say than others. The majority of the words we use are simply tools that get the job done and don’t actually affect us in any kind of personal way. But then there are those wonderful words that literally tingle on our tongue when we speak them. And sometimes – well, if you’re a little quirky, as I am – they give us so much pleasure when we say them that we look for more opportunities – even create opportunities – to speak them out of our mouths.

I’m that way about writing as well. If a word sounds delightful to me in its spoken form, then I will often use it in a story so that my characters can “say” those words.

And certainly the lists of words that give us pleasure are probably too numerous to count. Each of us has a unique palate that determines which words taste delicious on our tongue and which ones are less than satisfying. So as I was meditating on this fact today, I decided that I would just start jotting down the first 25 words that I could think of that I particularly enjoy saying out loud.

There are myriads more, I’m sure, but these 25 are words that I feel I could roll around on my tongue and repeat multiple times a day and never tire of their sound. Some of them are enjoyable because they are melodious and soothing – others because they have a brisk, crisp sound that sharpens my word palate the way a sip of tangy sweet lemonade does my food palate.

And, naturally, once my list was made, I felt it was only right that I share it with my blogging family. Remember that the meanings of these words have nothing to do with their inclusion in the list. It’s just the sound that they make that gives me pleasure. I’ve listed these 25 words in alphabetical order, but that does not mean that some are more enjoyable than others. They all fall just about the same place on my satisfaction meter – which is at the top – or very close to it.

25 Words That I Find Particularly Delightful To Speak Aloud

Algonquin
Beatrice
Cacophony
Chattanooga
Delineate
Ecclesiastical
Epiphany
Ethereal
Extraordinarily
Finite
Hadassah
Indelibly
Juliet
Kamikaze
Kate
Ludicrous
Monumental
Porcupine
Quagmire
Simeon
Succulent
Symposium
Terrestrial
Unilateral
Zaire

I looked over the list to see if I could find any patterns, but I saw only two. The first has to do with the letter “L.” Twelve of the 25 words have the “L” sound as a primary sound. Then I also noticed that eight of the words have a hard “K” sound. Don’t know if that means anything in particular. I was aware that I am fond of the hard “K” sound, but I had no idea at all that I was partial to “L.” Hmmm.

Anyway, after you read my list, maybe you’d like to examine your own appetite for particular words and make out your own personal list. If you do, please feel free to come back here and post a link to your list in the “Comments” section of this article.

 

 

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Tell Me A Story Saturday — 25 Words or Less — Writing Challenge

 

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Tell me a story – any story – as long as it’s your own original work. And as long as you tell it in 25 words or less. Post your story on your blog and then hop over here and post the link to it in the “Comments” section of this page. Leave a comment too if you like. And please remember that this blog publishes only material suitable for GP audiences.

Time limit? Let’s say until next Saturday, June 21, at midnight U. S. daylight savings time.

(If you think you just can’t do it in 25 words, try anyway. You just might be surprised, and I promise not to count the words.)

Ready to write?

On your mark …

Get set …

GO!

 

 

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Velvet Verbosity #382 – The Error of the ‘Ess’

 

This week’s prompt from Velvet Verbosity is the word “Heiress.”

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THE ERROR OF THE ‘ESS’

The Lincoln Herald’s executive editor glowered in Alexandra’s doorway. “Alex, I’ve told you a dozen times that you cannot use these “ess” suffixes in your stories!”

But it’s about a world-renowned heiress. What else can I call her? She certainly isn’t an heir.”

Yes, she is.”

No, she’s not. An heir is a man.”

You know the Usage Panel refuses to accept suffixes designating gender.”

But that’s crazy! Journalism’s being smothered by all this ‘political correctness!’”

Yes, true journalists are gasping for their last breath. It’s too late for me, but I’m going to save your life: you’re fired.”

 

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