Beat the Clock!

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So, one of the aspects of freelance writing is working on a schedule. It’s not the hourly sort of schedule you may find in an office-type setting, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t the always present and never to be forgotten deadlines hanging over your head.

Some people are great at working on things little by little. You know, making steady progress all the way up to that day, circled in red on the calendar, when the client will be eagerly awaiting their submission.  Continue reading

Time

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Time

 

I cannot count how many times I was told, “Time passes quickly.”

It does. So now I find myself telling the young, “Time passes quickly.”

I sit back at times and see it before my own eyes. My children who I wish I could still capture the time with again. The time passed so quickly.

I look at my marriage and how quickly the time passed. What use to be 1 year has quickly turned into 37 years.

Life clicked off in time quickly passing.

I am thankful to the ones that always reminded me of this.

Even though at times I would forget I did try to stop along the way and “smell the roses.”

 

Today and Tomorrow!

Standing in line at the bank and feeling a little bored? There are no cute little monsters around to catch, nothing exciting is happening on social media, and looking at recipes on your “food board” just makes you hungry.

Well, we have the answer for your short-lived crisis! Our book Shorts for Short Waits is a collection of short stories (10 to be exact) that won’t take more than 5-minutes each to read and are perfect for those short, but very annoying, waits.
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The stories include a variety of topics and genres, from romance to mystery, dystopian to police/crime themes. Surely, you’ll find something you love. And, suddenly, those annoying short waits won’t be so annoying anymore!

For a link to where you can find our book, (now available for FREE!!) you can simply click HERE!

We are offering our latest publishing on Amazon for free today and tomorrow.

Hope you enjoy it.

Thanks,

Whitney and Wendy

Short Waits? Short Stories!

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So, we have decided to put up our newest book Shorts for Short Waits for free!!! For 48 hours, starting this Sunday Aug. 21 and going all the way through Monday Aug.22, we will be offering our book on Kindle Amazon for FREE!

The aim of the book is to provide the reader with short but entertaining stories to help get through those annoying waits at the dentist’s office or while in the check-out line at the grocery store.

Curious to see what kind of stories will be included? Here are a few links to some of our shorts we have posted on our blog to give you an idea.

A SitCom Life

The Advertisement (First Entry in a Multi-Part Story)

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Note: None of the stories on our blog are included in the collection. They are all new stories.

 

 

Who Will I Be Today?

I saw this commercial once. It was some famous actor (I don’t remember who, because 1. I’m never good with remembering actors names and 2. I don’t really care enough to try…) talking about all of the different people he had “been” throughout his career. It’s true that actors have the chance to transform themselves into many different characters–fictional, historical, fantastical, whatever. And, when I was younger I used to always envy them for that. Continue reading

Christine

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The air felt heavy as Christine stood there with her suitcase, waiting for the train. She glanced over at Reverend Regland as he stood straight as a ramrod with a stoic expression as he stared straight in front of him. Christine wasn’t sure if she felt pity for the man or herself at that moment. She felt judged in fact that she had been judged. Her parents had deserted her upon hearing the lie that viper Ethel Woods had spread. Reverend Regland had volunteered to take the matter into his own hands and here they stood waiting for the train.

Reverend Regland had come to her 3 months ago and plopped an advertisement in front of her. She obediently answered the ad. At the time she cried every day begging her parents to believe her. But as the days dragged on the continued shunning and ostracizing by her parents and small community turned her grief into anticipation of a reply.

Christine glanced down at her simple attire and remembered how it all fell apart. She had been sitting in the front room finishing a tablecloth she was embroidering for her upcoming wedding to Jonah Wilson when her father burst into the room. His face was red with anger as he walked up and stood glaring down at her.

“Papa, what is wrong?” she asked.

“You have shamed us. It is all over town. How could you!” he shouted.

Christine sat there stunned at his anger. “Papa what have I done?” she asked.

“You and that outsider Tom were seen down by the lake! Ethel has gone to the Elders in tears and told of your indiscretion,” he yelled.

“What? Papa I don’t know what you are talking about,” she replied. “When did she say this took place?”

“Monday afternoon,” he replied as he started pacing back and forth in front of her.

“But Papa please believe me when I tell you I did not meet up with this Tom. It was not Tom it was…” she abruptly stopped her pleading knowing what they had done was forbidden.

“You told your Mama you were going to pick wild berries with Sara that afternoon. Sara has confessed you two never went,” he said stopping in front of her as he glared at her.

“Papa, please,” she pleaded as she looked up at her Papa. She could see tears forming in his eyes.

“You have been shunned. Reverend Regland is looking into a resolution to this problem,” he whispered as he turned and walked away. “You are no longer my daughter.”

Christine lowered her head and began to cry, recalling that Monday afternoon. It was not Tom that she had stolen away to the lake with but Jonah. Ever since she could remember she had dreamed of being joined with Jonah. When the day came and she had been promised to him she was elated. She knew Jonah must have felt the same way or why would he of insisted on their secret meetings? She could feel herself blush remembering the Monday meeting as he pulled her to the ground and began feverishly pulling at her dress. She had been shocked at his behavior. The other two secret meetings were just stolen moments of hand holding.

She had quickly pushed him to the side and stood up. “Jonah what has come over you!” she hissed. Jonah laid there smirking as he looked up to her.

“What? You can fool around with another and deny me?” he said angrily.

“What? I don’t know what you are saying!” she said.

“I ran into Ethel on the way here and she told me all about your other secret meetings,” he murmured as he stood up brushing off his trousers.

“I do not know what you are speaking about,” she replied reaching out to him.

“Enough,” he said pulling away.

“Jonah, please believe me. I will speak to Ethel and clear this all up. I promise,” she said.

The next day she had gone to Ethel and confronted her. Ethel assured her that Jonah must have misunderstood what she had said and that she would talk to Jonah and clear things up.

Christine stood there recalling Jonah’s reaction when she approached him the afternoon her father disowned her. After her father had left she had set her embroidery to the side and gone in search of him. Walking down the street she watched as the people she passed quietly turned their backs on her. She burst into the shop owned by Jonah’s parents and walked directly up to him. He didn’t even look her in the face but quietly turned his back.

Two months passed before she got the reply along with a train ticket. The note simply stated “I look forward to meeting you. Sincerely, Joseph Turner.”

Not long after that Jonah and Ethel announced their engagement.

The train slowly stopped in front of her. Christine felt a gentle breeze from the west with a promise of spring as she leaned over, picked up her suitcase and without looking back boarded the train.

Hope you enjoyed the fourth short story in a series we call Four Mail Order Brides.

Here are the three previous stories and their links.

“The Pearl Necklace” 

“The Advertisement”

“Stacie”

Please let us know if you are enjoying this series so that we can make a decision if we should continue it or not. I am considering just taking the idea and turning it into a novella series. Thanks!

My Hypocritical Soap Box

Yes, I will preface this post with a straight forward statement–I’m a hypocrite. I indulge completely in the thing that I, to be honest, rather dislike on some level.

I’ll start by coming straight out and addressing what it is I’m talking about–quick, easy, and completely open self-publishing. Why am I a hypocrite? Because as much as I dislike it, I’m so extremely thankful for it.

Now, before you all jump on the “I hate this chick” bandwagon, let me explain.  Continue reading

Empathy

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Empathy

The ability to identify with or understand another’s situation or feelings, Empathy is a distinctly human capability.

How many of us have recently reached out and touched someone to share in their sorrow or happiness? We express this in a hug, grasping of a shoulder, simple reaching out to hold their hand, a phone call, a simple verbal response, etc…

In today’s world, we are losing our ability to be more intimate or empathetic. We use our electronics devices for every means of communication.

We no longer verbally talk to people. Text messaging, e-cards, and e-mail have replaced our voice in communication. We have lost the ability to show intimacy with that person. We no longer hear their emotion. We only see it displayed on our device in short abbreviated text or emoticons.

Our display of photos on social media, though very nice, still has no emotional connection. How many pictures have you looked at and thought “wow, great picture!” We may even give it a like or a short comment. There is still no verbal communication or exchange of emotion. The person who posted those pictures doesn’t even know if you saw them. At times it can be a surprise if by chance you meet up with the poster or someone in the photos and talk about their trip, party, kids, etc.  And they are surprised at your knowledge especially, if they were not the person who posted the picture on social media.

That’s a whole other issue – do you really want people knowing your business posted by someone else?

How about the latest, newest way of greeting someone–the elbow bump instead of a good heartfelt handshake. Where’s the intimacy in that? Definitely not a way to express a feeling of good to see/meet you or empathy.

We are losing our human way of communication. We as humans were given the ability to express who we are through our facial expressions, body movement, voice intonation, tears, laughter, and even our signature. Can you express that in a txt, an emoticon or social media post?

I think it is sad that we are creating a generation that not only is losing their uniqueness but learning and seeing an unemotional means of interaction. How can we learn empathy if we cannot and do not express or show it in our unique human way.

How I Deal with the Dreaded “Writer’s Block”

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Anyone who has done any form of writing knows what it feels like to experience “writer’s block.” No matter if you’re writing a school paper, an article, a blog post, or a full-fledged 1200 page novel, you’ve surely had the feeling of being completely stuck at one point or another.

Well, there are a few things I do to get past those moments of “I have no idea what I’m saying and where I’m going with this…”.

To start out with, I view writer’s block as my body’s (and mind’s) way of telling me that I’m out of “creative gas.” I have nothing left in the tank; I can’t even think of character names, nonetheless develop a plot and make it worth anything!

So, I have found a few things that I do to “recharge” when I feel like I’m running low on creative juices.  Continue reading

Shorts for Short Waits!

Standing in line at the bank and feeling a little bored? There are no Pokémon around to catch, nothing exciting is happening on Facebook, and looking at Pinterest just makes you hungry. 

Well, we have the answer for your short-lived crisis! Our book Shorts for Short Waits is a collection of short stories (10 to be exact) that won’t take more than 5-minutes each to read and are perfect for those short, but very annoying, waits.

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The stories include a variety of topics and genres, from romance to mystery, dystopian to police/crime themes. Surely, you’ll find something you love. And, suddenly, those annoying short waits won’t be so annoying anymore!

If you’d like to check it out, click HERE!