Getting Ready for NaNoWriMo 1

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Working on my Craft | Posted on 18-09-2016

Saturdays for the next couple of months are dedicated to getting ready for this year’s NaNoWriMo. I need to get to know my characters and at least have a vague idea of what the inciting incident is.

Saturday, September 10, I opened up a file titled “Information for book 4”. The information talked about the Ciboney, the cousin culture to the Sasquatch in book 1. These beings are more like the abominable snow people. I still need to do a lot of work, but discovering the characters is the most enjoyable part of writing.

Morning Walk

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Thoughts from a writer | Posted on 08-09-2016

jet-trailThis morning I saw a jet trail high in the sky. Is there a writer on board, heading off to Los Angles or New York to sign the contract with their agent? What do they write? Could it be Soft Science Fiction with elements of Romance like me? So many questions to bolster the dream. It’s great to imagine that that could be me in the very near future.

Thoughts from a writer

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Some spare thoughts from a writer, Working on my Craft | Posted on 30-08-2016

Lately it has been more difficult to get time for my writing. I have been making more family time. That comes in the form of walking later at night. The city where I live is beautiful and well lit, so walking late is not a scary thing. This is especially true with my two nephews. This and the challenge from my fitbit and the time for writing is easy to let slide by.

I say easy as far as not sitting at my computer. Easy to not make time for the posts on my page, here. Now that I’ve got that habit developing, it’s time to get back on track in the evening with my writing.

Today, walking, work, writing, work, pickleball, writing, walking and writing. If I keep this going, I will be ready to send in my next submission tomorrow evening.

My Dream

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Something that touches my life | Posted on 10-07-2016

This past week I received yet another rejection from an agent for my book. With all the turmoil in the world, this at times seems minor. I understand and share the worries and fears of other Americans. However, this does not mean we seek to freeze our lives and stop living. What this does mean is that we need to work closer together to make all lives better. If I can do this in some small way with my writing and striving to publish, then I must continue. We are a strong, diverse nation. Things have changed and need to change more. Only by working together can we do this. One person cannot do this. Giving up will solve nothing.

So my dream is to each day find something that makes my community just a little bit better. If I can volunteer to help or even just share a smile with someone, I will do this. I challenge each and everyone of you to do the same. Wherever you live on this planet, it will make a difference. Thank you

Misty’s Magical Shed 21

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Posted by Jodi | Posted in Story Snippets | Posted on 16-06-2016

“I couldn’t get too close, because my daughter-in-law…” Papa Hal laughed. “Your mother could tell when I was near. I can fool humans but not amphamorts.”

“Ampha whats?”

“Amphamorts.” A man with silver hair stepped from the shadows. He had the same shimmer to his skin as Mom.

The same as mine. Finny tipped his head sideways. Who are you? Where did you come from? Somehow it felt safer to ask that question with mindtalk.

“I’m your other grandfather. Call me Gramps. I’ll teach you what I have to share later, but one lesson at a time. Listen to Papa Hal first.” Gramps stepped back into the shadows.

“Thank you, Frank. Here.”  Papa Hal held out a black hoody to Finny. Much like his own, but smaller. “Put it on and put the hood over your head. Like this.” Papa Hal pulled the strings on his tight. Only a small part his face showed. Snug and secure, he raised a hand and pointed to the fountain beyond.

Finny looked away. When he looked back neither of his grandfathers were there to help him.

“Where’d you go?” Finny twirled around. “I can’t follow you.”

“Are you sure?” said Papa Hal.

“Oh Hal,” Mama Jack laughed and stepped from an indentation in the wall.

With the sound a soft outline of Papa Hal’s form etched itself on the wall nearby. He pulled the hood from his head and his body took shape.

“You always give yourself away, my love.” Mama Jack wrapped her arms around Finny. “You’ll have to do much better than that Sweetie. To fool Swirl.”