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For this Poem-A-Day challenge, I am doing something a little different. I am saving most of my poems to revise and submit to literary magazines. The ones I don’t plan on submitting anywhere, you get the joy of reading. These are the goofy, unpolished ones. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The prompt for day 11 of Robert Lee Brewer’s April PAD challenge is:

“For today’s prompt, take the phrase “In Case of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles could include “In Case of Emergency,” “In Case of Oversleeping,” “In Case of Snoring,” or something else.”

Man passed out on books

Overtaken by Wordiness?

In Case of Wordiness

Use a red pen to strike
up a conversation with art-
iculation, befriend words
like gesticulation, say good-
night to the crowded
room of the’s and a’s, become
friends with affect
and effect, memorize the triplets’ –
they’re, their, and there are easily
confused, they look
so much alike. Pull out the dictionary
or thesaurus to develop word
posturing, feel osmosis occur
under weight of spine
upon skull, wash your mouth
out with unnecessary
expletives, slang, fight through
forest of red slashes, find
your way home
to writing with
clarity

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I invite you to check out my other blog, the whatnot shop.

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In response to Rebecca Barray’s photo prompt at Wordsmith Studio, below are my photos of birds.

I found a hummingbird nest in my backyard not long ago. I held my camera above it and took a photo because it was up too high for me to see into. Inside were two eggs.

I’ve noticed the mother leaving the nest for short periods and then sitting on it the rest of the time. This morning, I found this. A sweet baby peaking its beak up. So adorable.

Photo of Hummingbirds

Celebrating the Arrival

In other news, I found this shocking bird in my front yard.

Photo of Owl

What Are You Looking At?

What birds live in your neighborhood?

Thanks for stopping by! Be sure to visit my other blog, the whatnot shop.

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Checking In

Posted: May 26, 2012 in Uncategorized

I started blogging here a few years back and then moved over to the blogger site.

My active blogs currently are the whatnot shop and Mouse Tales Press Blog. I am also now involved in the creation of the NotBobbers, a website that is being developed by writers who participated in Robert Lee Brewer’s My Name is Not Bob Platform Challenge of April 2012.

I do plan on updating my profile here when I get a free moment.

Thanks for stopping by!

[UPDATE: February 6, 2013 – Please visit my writer website.]

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Paper Addiction

Posted: November 13, 2009 in Uncategorized

I have finally figured something out after all these years and I’m ready to admit to the truth. My name is Linda and I am a paper addict.

I’ve had this obsession since I was about seven years old (actually, it was probably before then) and my parents used to take me to Standard Brands for household paints – you know the kind of paint – to paint walls with.

Only Standard Brands had a separate section with fancy papers – big pads, small pads, charcoal paper, watercolor paper, and journal books – and pens with large tips, small tips, and… oh, those calligraphy tips… that I salivated over.

I kept myself occupied, trying out each pen on the notepad samplers hanging near every pen cubby, while my parents shopped for eggshell white or off-white to paint the living room walls with.

Every time I went to this store, I interrupted my Mom’s color decisions by begging, “Please, please, can I have this paper and this pen?”

Then after giving in to my pleading, she would march me outside into the gray skies of Seattle where I would open my new pad of paper, drawing strange faces that I found hiding in the trees or amidst the wrinkles in shirt fabric.

I would then soon after write down every thought of every painful experience that I saw in my early life, making up poems about how I buried my heart in my backyard or stories about pencils that I watched come to life as I sat in my classroom.

Later, I graduated to high school art class. There I earned a spot in the glass-walled room where I could pick any photograph that I wanted to paint and create it the way that felt right to me – and do it all, not on canvas, but on paper.

My art went on display at a local mall and my parents longed to have me carry on by becoming a professional artist, but my heart had already told me years earlier to take a different route. It was back when I was about eight years old, I was in a school play in which I played a horse or some animal that I don’t even remember.

What I didn’t get at the time was that it wasn’t the acting, but the holding of that script in my hands that fed my yearning. How could I not have understood that at the time?

Today as I was driving up the 14 Freeway with the beat of techno drums vibrating my car, I realized with a panic, that I had left the house without any paper. What would I do to occupy myself for the next hour while my daughter took her horseback riding lesson? I needed something to scribble on.

I started feeling shaky at the prospect of not having any paper to write my thoughts on.

Don’t I have anything in this car that I can write on, I wondered.

My daughter usually has her journals strewn about like crumb trails through the forest. I was once as careless with my journals, but have finally learned after all these years to keep them confined to five or six different shelves at various corners of my house.

But no, I had just cleaned my car and there was nothing… no papers, no journals, nothing.

Wait. The directions to the horse ranch where we were headed. Yes, that’s it. It has about one and a half pages to scribble notes on. I can write really tiny, I convinced myself.

This banter with myself helped me to realize why that box of papers sitting by my computer is still sitting there. It’s paper.

All my life I have longed for more paper. Paper to read, paper to draw on, paper to write on, and now it was being given to me without my asking. It was coming to me free of charge in my mail box.

Oh, lucky me! To be given paper without asking. And what’s more, this paper was already covered with words.

And what’s more than that, I could cut out each word from this assortment of paper samples and create my own collage of feelings put together by the thoughts of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of other earthlings like me.

What an amazing art piece I could make, all from this pile of paper referred to as “junk” mail. To think, I have always only considered it my job to tear this paper up and throw it into the recycling bin.

So next time I long for a place to scrawl down my thoughts as I drive off into an adventure with children in tow, I can simply pull off onto the side of the road and find free paper to jot my thoughts onto… you know those free local newspapers or hotel guides that you can find at any Denny’s Restaurant along I-5.

And the next time, I think to curse the businesses who send me piles of paper day after day after day as wasteful, I will thank them for giving me what I have longed for all my life. Paper – a place to put my thoughts.

(For more about paper, please visit my other blog)

Photo by Ivan Prole

Do You Have the Time?


Earlier, I mentioned that I would be posting occasionally as a guest writer on another blog. I have just posted my first one on the subject of time management ideas for busy moms and I would be ever so grateful if you would pay me a visit there.

(On a side note, I love this photo. It seemed so appropriate to the subject of Deliberate Creations with the general feel-good energy it radiates).

Thanks for reading. I hope to see you again soon!

Spreading Wings

Posted: October 29, 2009 in Uncategorized

wings

Spreading Wings


I’m spreading my wings, branching out, whatever you want to call it. And I hate to be cliche about it, but that’s really how it is.

What does all of this mean? I was offered an opportunity to be a guest blogger on a particular site, which created a necessity for me to have a “Blogger” account. Thus, I created my new blog that will give me more freedom of subject matter.

I’m excited at the prospect at getting back into blog writing. I hope to see you there!

Be Careful what you Wish for

Posted: April 16, 2009 in Uncategorized

Wishing for a Magic Wand?

Wishing for a Magic Wand?


I was irritated one night when my whole family needed something from me all at once. Even the dog was following me around for food, attention, or whatever she could get.

As I mumbled under my breath, “Grrrr…. everybody needs me,” I suddenly started smiling. My smile then turned into a chuckle.

“Everybody needs me!”

Of course! How lucky I was that everybody needed me! What would my life be like if nobody needed me?

It was my choice to be irritated or to be thankful – and being thankful was a much more pleasant feeling.

A while ago, I was doing a self-study of memory through the analysis of the people I had kept in my heart over the years. A few of them had no memory of me and some had very different recollections of our relationship than from my memory.

While doing house cleaning, I came across old heart-warming photos and letters from some former friends. And since my dad, friend, and father-in-law died, I have made a point of trying to be more open with people about my feelings which prompted me to look up these people, although one of them made the initial contact to me.

When I contacted some of them, I got an assortment of unexpected responses.

The one person I’m writing about who contacted me? That person that I knew in my early 20s left a huge imprint in the formation of my personality, but obviously had very dissimilar recollections of our time together.

Another person didn’t remember who I was.

And yet another did not recognize me.

I began to wonder if there were people from my past that remembered me who I had no recollection of and as soon as I wondered it, of course the situation appeared in my life to answer my question and give me a taste of both sides.

There have been other people from my past with whom we picked up where we left off, but this isn’t about them. It’s about being remembered. And when I found myself not being remembered – at least not in the way I expected – it wasn’t upsetting to me, but more so an eye opening experience that left me pondering certain topics and questioning if I am unmemorable, and if so, why.

I realize that I’m more of a thinker than a talker; “people watching” is one of my favorite activities. I was always quiet and somewhat shy as a child. The pet name my dad had for me growing up was “Mouse.” Add all of these factors up and it makes sense that not many people remember the “quiet girl.”

Additionally, I remember producing a play years ago in which one of the crew came to me after attending several meetings to admit to me that each week, he thought I was a different person. Apparently, I changed my hair and clothing to the point that I looked like another person to him. It was not intentional on my part, but definitely a curious experience.

What it comes down to is this. Some of the people I hold in my heart and am forever grateful to for helping me to grow spiritually … well, they don’t even remember me. And some things in my life didn’t turn out exactly the way that I wanted them to.

I can add up all of these experiences and be upset, hurt or bothered or I can choose to make the best of the situations and be thankful for what I have. If nothing else, the difficulties give me spiritual growth.

In conclusion, I have to add that, while I’ve always considered myself to be “happy-go-lucky” or a “look-on-the-bright-side” person, I do have my share of moments when I feel like giving up.

It’s during those times that I remind myself of a couple of favorite sayings: “Be careful. You might get what you wish for,” and thank you to my friend, Cari, for her saying, “I didn’t get what I wanted. I got what I needed.”