Go figure that when I remember to participate in Flashback Friday, there is almost never a post from that day any year I go to. So this was from November 4, 2019. I honestly don’t know if I even want to reread it because this is the year I lost my son and six days before what would have been his 20th birthday…. Okay, it really wasn’t bad. 👍🏻 (maybe just a little boring!)
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!
Tale Weaver – #313 – Finding Something Forgotten – February 4th, 2021
The Cat finds his kite
The Cat in the Hat was somewhere brand new he didn’t know who lived there or lived there with who. He saw lots of toys and some stuff in the yard He tried to look inside, curtains made it hard.
He thought that he’d knock on the door that’s bright red Perhaps they’d know him by the hat on his head Most people did know him for what he did wear He was famous to most, though he couldn’t care.
So he walked up the walk and he stood nice and straight he walked up the steps and he closed the front gate He didn’t want pets that might live there to leave Most kids did have pets, or he’d like to believe.
When all of a sudden from up on the roof A balloon went by flying, then popped with a Poof! Down to the ground a bright paper did float He bent down to get it and saw it’s a note.
The note it was written in crayon and pen Was the writing he noticed from a little boy Ben? The note was so sweet that the Cat he did cry Ben had an old kite that the Cat used to fly.
The Cat was so happy to get back his kite He smiled so big with his teeth white and bright. So Ben lived in this house that he just stopped by And now he and Ben watch their kites blow and fly.
Fandango hosts this lookback challenge. Hopefully I have a post from last year on this day. I know it doesn’t have to be specifically this day if I don’t but I’m a rule follower and kind-of have to! Lol. Join in here
Well, unfortunately I don’t have any creative writing from January 21st of last year. I have a “From my desk” post which I will copy below. I guess it will be interesting to read where I was perspectively a year ago.
From my desk: 01/21/21
Hello WordPress! I miss my blog, my interactions, my writing. I am in Florida caring for my father and stepmother. Stepmother has not been well. She finished a chemo treatment last week that has left her so very sick. We took her to the hospital today because she was vomiting, dehydrated, and her blood count has been so low. She is there for fluids and a transfusion. My father is so unhappy as he doesn’t remember all the details and is so accustomed to her being with him. For anyone who prays, please say a prayer she gets better.
I miss my daughter and my David! I miss Brody and my guinea pigs. I DON”T miss the cold northern weather! Florida has been “chilly”, only in the 60’s mostly. Better than the 20’s!
I started tutoring. The young man I am tutoring is very kind and nice. You can tell he loves his family. The planning is taking a lot of my time as I haven’t been in the classroom in almost two years and even then I was in high school and my new student is in 6th grade. The one super-wonderful part of this is I have reconnected with an old friend who is an Occupational Therapist, who I worked with many years ago, but will be working with again.
I hope to get back more to my writing. I miss the challenges and the interactions. I miss reading all the other great work of my fellow bloggers. Feel free to tag me in a post if you think it is something I would really enjoy. I feel like I am missing so much!
Thanks for following and for reading. I miss this blogging family but should be back “full-time” soon.
The Cat in the Hat knew the mom would be mad if she saw all the toys and goodies he had. He tried to keep quiet and out of her way to keep her distracted was the way he could stay.
He started with smiles and a proud, firm handshake His brow started sweating, she would know it was fake All he had to get by was this first “How d’ya do?” Then to get to the kids, just he and those two.
So he started to walk on his back legs to show that he knew that his back was the rude way to go. The mother was pleased by the Cat’s gentle tone She was happy to leave the three of them all alone.
The Cat took his bag and all the tricks he had found The comics and posters and the car with the sound He spread them all out on the rug in the room He had his own bag and could clean with his broom.
The kids were so happy to see all his stuff He wondered if they thought there wasn’t enough. But for hours they played without one single fight A perfect fun day led to a quite tired night.
I love to read, or used to love it, and hoping that with the new book I won last week that I regain my love. I never lost it, just lost the motivation to sit and read and concentrate on what I was reading. I think the concentration is key. Not that it has to be for intellectual knowledge, but just so I don’t have to reread the same page over and over…
I just got a story published in two magazines!
I write every day and hope to have more books published! Non-fiction and fiction for children.