Three Line Tales

When I go to the record shop to see what they have left I feel badly that I am wasting inventory if I buy a single album.

When I go home with my new album I will set up my kitchen to make my mold and start my oven.

When my oven is heated I will place my record on my mold to melt into a super, funky snack bowl which will be a gift to a friend.

Three Things Challenge #48

chocolate, carrot, and chicken

The Chocolate Chicken  

There was a chocolate chicken with wings so dark and smooth 

He didn’t know he wasn’t real, he thought that he could move. 

One day he went out in the sun to play with all his friends 

He didn’t know that chocolate melts. Is this where our story ends? 

Oh no, not now for he was there for many days and nights 

He didn’t even notice when his friends took little bites. 

He slowly started getting small and unknown to himself 

He had to go back to the store to go back on a shelf. 

When he got there he did see a rowdy little group 

Buying carrots and a pot to make a healthy soup. 

One cute kid did want him bad, to take him home that day 

The chocolate chicken was happy when the boy took him away. 

At the home of this cute boy, his name is still unknown 

The chicken found his hollow self was without a single bone.  

He was eaten quite quickly from his toes up to his head 

His head was left inside the box on the table by the bed.  

And now he sits and stares at all four walls and one big door 

Wishing he could be back home on the shelf at that old store.  

Tale Weaver #248 – At the Bottom of the Garden – 7th November

For some reason I can’t even get the picture loaded from a screen shot. I will continue to try. If I don’t the picture is almost of an angel type fairy with lights glowing closer to the ground around her. It is almost eerie, as if she is floating above a misty graveyard. Well, that is my take! Lol!

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Ian’s Wife

Once upon a time in a land far away 

There lived a lady fairy, in wind her dress did sway. 

She had a lovely garden where all seemed new and bright 

The only thing that happened were souls came out at night. 

She stayed to tend her roses and her blossoms bright and pink 

She talked to them to make them grow, ignoring makes them shrink. 

At the bottom of the garden a little tree did grow 

From where her husband lay in death, only she did know. 

He was a sweet and humble man, a kiss for her each day 

He was so sick and fragile the night he passed away. 

And now the fairy wonders if her tree will grow real tall 

For in her garden weeds are few and insects very small. 

Tonight she flies to say hello to her only love in life 

Unable to remember how it was to not be Ian’s wife.  

From my desk: Thursday the 7th

I feel like I have been away from my blog for longer than it has probably been. This week has been a rollercoaster of emotions, things to do, desires, etc. This coming Sunday is my son’s birthday, he would have been 20. I am mentally preparing myself and I have made plans for Sunday so as to not curl up in bed in a vegatative state. Last night one of my son’s best friends was texting me and it was so nice to hear from someone who misses him like I do!

On a lighter note I have been doing a lot of writing and critiquing. I joined this website call Critique Circle and although I didn’t pay for the special membership I have almost all the same perks. To submit a story you must earn credits to “pay” for your submission. You earn credits by critiquing other peoples submissions. I submitted my story Hermit Crab’s Friends and got two critiques back. One was very critical but made me think of points I hadn’t considered. The second one was much “nicer” but that doesn’t always get you where you need to go. The second one I think was less critical because the crit (what they call you when you read a story) was in tune with my ideas and how I wanted them to come across in the book. Either way it is very valuable feedback and I have read quite a few interesting chapters of books that are in the process…

So far I have sent out about 30 query letters to agents. I have had a few quick rejections but that is to be expected they say. I am supposed to get my first 100 out before November 20th. I have a lot of work to do! This and all of my writing challenges! Well, if you need me you will know where to find me.

By the way, did I mention I have a new guinea pig? His name is Beary and he is so sweet. He loves to cuddle and talks my ear off! At night after we sit and chat I put him in his cage and he does this thing call “popcorning”. It means he is happy, or so they say! He just jumps around. I will post a picture as soon as I get one transferred onto my computer.

Have a peaceful day! Please keep in touch with any ideas, comments, suggestions, etc….

Update from my desk…11/04/19

Well, so much has transpired this past week, I don’t even know where to begin. I will do the random retell, I think that will be more interesting.

So Saturday was my birthday. I flew back from Florida that morning and then got spoiled by David and Lindsay all day. David got me a guinea pig! His name is Beary. That is short for Bearclaw. Bearclaw is the name of Penelope’s New Puppy (the book I wrote).

I had an update on Facebook that I have raised $345 for Babies Heart Run, the fundraiser dedicated to my birthday and November 10th which would have been Joey’s 20th birthday. My goal is $1000. Spread the word!

I decided to try and illustrate my picture books. I have been sending query letters out for three different books that I have written. I am not sure which I like best because they are all so different. When I look into what an agent is looking for I kindof match a manuscript with something they will hopefully be looking for. Some days I am so optimistic, other days I am convinced my writing is horrible and I will never get an agent. I think being and Author-Illustrator will be better than just Author. Saves time from having to find an illustrator I guess. I will be doing some online research to see what it necessary to know to be a picture book illustrator. Who knows? I am a pretty good artist.

I have been signing up for so many different groups, primarily for critiquing my work. If you know any picture book writers that want to work in some sort of critique group please send them my name or send them to my blog!

Have a great evening. Time for bed and just a little Mahjong!

Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #39

Albert Plays

When Albert finally got to the club it was almost his time to get on stage. That would mean no time to grab a drink or say hello to the regulars. He was ready to play, he had been practicing this riff for days! He waited in the wings while Tarzan finished his gig, which included some trapeze work and acrobatics.  

As Tarzan pulled back the curtain, Albert stepped past him onto the stage. He walked to the stool as the crowd began clapping and cheering for him to start. He sat down, lit a cigarette, lifted his guitar and began. He slowly slipped into his musical trance, forgetting the crowd, the noise, even the stage he was on. This was his world and he loved being in it.  

FOWC with Fandango

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Lindsay Lu 

Itty, bitty Lindsay Lu went to school today 

She thought she’d have some fun with friends and find some time to play. 

Well Lindsay Lu was happy there, her teacher was the best. 

Her favorite time was reading time and also time to rest. 

But once she had her crayons out and one boy tried to grab 

Her favorite purple swirl paper from her paper slab. 

She cried out loud to let him know the paper he should leave 

The teacher heard the scream and through the classroom she did weave 

To find what happened to the girl with paper on her desk 

Because she was always happy, the teacher’d have to ask. 

Lindsay Lu had started crying, the boy he did the same 

The teacher took them both aside and asked the boy his name. 

She told them both that they should share all things from in the room 

Including all the resources, every last volume.  

Lindsay Lu did smile then and so the boy did too 

And now they draw together and even share the glue.  

dVerse – Quadrille #91 – keep

Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse.  Kim says:
This week I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word keep, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.

My sleeping beverage 

When I go to sleep 

I often like to keep 

Water by my side 

My mouth feels very dried. 

The water that I pour 

Is not like those before 

It has a little twist 

A sort of liquid mist. 

Do you get my gist?