Can't believe July is over! Wow! Here are some posts I enjoyed in July. This is not meant to make anyone feel they need to be on this list. Shelia - Do Laundry Almost Free - Really enjoyed this post. I learned a lot about the uses of soap nuts for washing clothes. Authoring Arrowheads- Lessons… Continue reading Community Spotlight | July ’18
Month: July 2018
How To Create A Colorful/Well Developed Character Board On Pinterest
One of my friends and I, go check out Penny's blog, we were talking about things that inspire our story, in particular when it came to characters. Penny had brought up how visuals help her with story creating, and it actually reminded me of when I first started to work on my series. During the time… Continue reading How To Create A Colorful/Well Developed Character Board On Pinterest
Writing | Three Haiku Friday
An hour has passed. Only three words on the page. Blank screen beckoning. Ideas float around my brain. Yet no pen is there to capture them with words. A planner is good when planning and doing things. All mine is empty. Can you relate? What do you do when you struggle to write? … Continue reading Writing | Three Haiku Friday
Growing Seeds & Growing Pains | Adventures with Frederick
A few weeks ago, my owner happily showed me her seeds she was planning to plant in some start planters. She was excited to watch her little seeds grow. I was excited to see how real plants grew...as the Dollar Tree I lived in only had fake flowers. She made a really nice area on… Continue reading Growing Seeds & Growing Pains | Adventures with Frederick
Coffee | Three Haiku Friday
Dew on ground, pot on. My coffee steam is so hot. Start with vanilla. Late afternoon sleep beckons but no! Coffee, yes! Hazelnut delight. Sun sinks past the hill. Writing on desk is not done. Nods, coffee it is. What do you enjoy drinking in the morning, afternoon, and night? (No worries! I… Continue reading Coffee | Three Haiku Friday
What Else Can I Do? | Flash Fiction
It was the same place. Same swingset that we always had gone to when we wanted to chat since we were kids. Same playground. Same two people. The tears ran down her face, as she repeated the story that I had heard over and over again. "He acts like he doesn't care. He gets angry. It… Continue reading What Else Can I Do? | Flash Fiction