Well, over a year has gone by since my last post. Wow. Life took precedence for awhile. I've been living for a year now in Michigan, and I really love it here.
My first winter here was beautiful. I have my computer set up in front of a large window that faces the backyard, and during the winter I would watch the snow falling softly against the background of bare trees. My dry spirit was filled with peacefulness and well being; something that had been missing for a long time.
Spring was rainy, but it brought such beautiful flowers to this part of the country. I have noticed that the plants and flowers here are more varied and vibrant than down south. I think it is because the sun does not beat down on them mercilessly here. It is an unexpected bonus for me. :)
My book is coming along, slowly but surely. I sent my fourth draft to Writing Coach, Esther Hershenhorn. She gave me invaluable advice and guidance, and I am so happy that I took that important step. I am now deep into my Fifth draft, and am amazed at how it has evolved and grown from the original draft.
I have set a goal for myself to finish this draft, and perhaps send it off again by years end. This is a roomy and reasonable goal, and I feel that I can meet it with no problem.
PS. I can't seem to insert the link to a blog that Esther writes for, so if you are interested, just copy and paste the following to your browser:
http://www.teachingauthors.com/2009/04/how-i-became-teachingauthor.html
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Winter Wordgrove Newsletter
It's my week to write the Wordgrove Newsletter. This weeks theme is Winter.
Here's an excerpt:
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Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
Bill Morgan, Jr.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure
of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
Andrew Wyeth
Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart.
Charles G. Stater
Around the Grove -
Slim pickins here in Wordgrove. I hope this is because everyone is feverishly
working on their Wordgrove writing contest masterpiece. 'crickets' Hmmm.
Here's the pensive 'Winter Song' by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson.
Although it is a bit melancholic,it still holds the promise of something strong and
enduring underneath. Dare I say, love?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67xr_KKPTHE
This song brings some thoughts with it. So, without trying to sound too sappy or Pollyannish, I want to remind you that love takes many forms, and its rich comforts are there for everyone.You included. Also, Winter can be brutal, but it is just a season. It doesn't last forever. Remember that! Cheers.
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Ok, that's finished. Now I'm off to write something brilliant for the Sixth Annual Wordgrove Writing Contest. :)
Here's an excerpt:
********
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
Bill Morgan, Jr.
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure
of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
Andrew Wyeth
Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart.
Charles G. Stater
Around the Grove -
Slim pickins here in Wordgrove. I hope this is because everyone is feverishly
working on their Wordgrove writing contest masterpiece. 'crickets' Hmmm.
Here's the pensive 'Winter Song' by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson.
Although it is a bit melancholic,it still holds the promise of something strong and
enduring underneath. Dare I say, love?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67xr_KKPTHE
This song brings some thoughts with it. So, without trying to sound too sappy or Pollyannish, I want to remind you that love takes many forms, and its rich comforts are there for everyone.You included. Also, Winter can be brutal, but it is just a season. It doesn't last forever. Remember that! Cheers.
********
Ok, that's finished. Now I'm off to write something brilliant for the Sixth Annual Wordgrove Writing Contest. :)
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