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Sometimes learning the computer can be such a crazy experience.  I have such a hard time memorizing programs and what to do with them, when it is not simply for the simple I am lost.

Alot of times I read something and it never seems to read the same.  My creative mind always wants to add a little here and there and programs are programs, do the same thing all the time every time. I guess that is why I didn’t do well in school, they would give you a question to memorize then on the test write it differently just enough for me not to get.  I am a like this, I can lay on the floor draw around myself and make a coat.  Not like the stores but it is warm and works.  Maybe I was just born to late, my stories are morals with learning life and understanding actions cause actions.  I want kids to learn how to learn something before they do it, also to know it is okay to be different. Okay to think out of the box.  I have read my books for twenty years and children love them, I read at a church last weekend and everyone had a great time.  I just have to focus more, thats is what everyone says, focus, I have almost learn not to like that little 5 letter word.

I remember my Mom saying if you keep reading the book backwards you won;t read it the way it is being written. I was looking at the pictures, expecially in magazines.  My Mom didn’t really know I didn’t understand what they were writing about but the  pictures were my saving grace. 

So I want to thank you dear Lord for giving me the gift of creativity.  By giving me the gift to write, pour out my soul, and making me rewrite everything one hundred million times, tha is what it took. I am reading more than I ever have and even in my writing now, I catch sentences being written backwards and can change them to be understandable.  There is someone up there helping me, someone up there pushing me to keep writing, my heart at the moment just wants to stop maybe because I am hungry at the moment.  Maybe it is because the obsticles sometimes are so big. But I guess that is what a 2 minute pitty party is and yes, my two minutes are up.

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When the Devil Writer Block has you by the pants, Jennifer Don has something very hot to say, take it away and light our path in the world of words.

Jennifer Don

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    The Hurdles We As Writers Overcome.

    What do writers mean when they say they have hit the wall?
    How do we overcome the hurdles that can slam right into us, or appear before us at the most inconvenient of times?

    These are the challenges that face each of us, some however fair better than others. Writers block is the bane of any writer’s life. It is the shadow in the darkness that waits endlessly for us to venture too close. It is the ghost that haunts us through all time and the fear that is ever constant in our mind. We’ve all been there at least once, I know I have, and it was recent at that. Just last week I hit the wall so hard that I didn’t know whether I was coming or going. In reality I should have seen it coming having been off writing for a few weeks prior to it. But that’s the thing with Writer’s block; we never know when it will strike and when it does it strikes hard and fast. We reach the point where we are filled with nothing but doubt over our own abilities and a scary thought arises. That thought is one that surfaces its ugly head when we are at our lowest of lows with regards to writing, and that thought is one where we think it would be easier to stop than to persist with the demons that challenge us at every constant turn.

    But we don’t and you know why?
    We don’t because writing, no matter what for, makes us feel good. Writing instils in us a passion that can be matched by nothing else. It gives us fuel in our bellies and a fire in our hearts as we plough on through the barriers to keep on going. Yes there are days were we want to write but we can’t, this is that demon known as Writer’s Block. It’s the curse of writers worldwide and one we’d rather avoid at all costs.

    The trouble is, the more we fret over it, the more we can bring it on ourselves and then were set to fight for every inch of leeway just to get back into that writing frame of mind.
    So what can we do about it?
    What methods can we use to beat the beast back into the shadows from where it raised?

    I don’t know about you, but when I find writing hard I often walk away and leave it for a while, but even that is hard for me to do because it’s always on my mind. And when this happens I find myself sinking deeper into that pitfall. However, there is another option open to us and that is to keep on writing, no matter what it is about. Open a new page and just type, even if it’s I HATE WRITERS BLOCK over and over again. Get the words down and out of your system. Slowly you will find the block easing and other words will flow through the gaps and on to the page before you. Alternatively you can look up creative writing prompts, there are many out there and from here you may just find what you have been looking for.

    But what if the block isn’t actually with writing, but with what it is that you are writing?
    What do you do when you can find no way forward or struggle to see what would make your work better?
    How do you avoid this barrier?

    This is the exact situation I’m having right now with at least two pieces of work. One being the editing of Timber Varden which I know now needs a complete over haul. Yes, I’m losing 90 percent of what was already written, only to replace it with what feels to work better. But who’s to say that the changes made will remain? I certainly can’t see that happening so may end up having to push my planned release date back a while until I can work through this.
    The other is a short story that I’m working on for a contest, and the reason for this is that I don’t know to keep carrying the voice that I started with, or how to keep readers hooked on it. My problem is, I worry too much over it and want it to be just right. I can’t do that. I’m not perfect. I’m not experienced, but by god I’ll give it a good go.

    I’ve discovered the trick is to keep going, to power through the barriers, but that is very hard and I’ve yet to master that skill. It seems currently that my characters writing block from Timber Varden as progressed into reality and invaded my world. It just goes to show that even those who can write about writers block suffer from time to time with it.

    I’m going to throw this open to each of you out there. How many of you have experienced writers block?
    Out of those that have, how have you overcome that to keep writing?
    If you haven’t experienced it, do you have any tips for those of us who suffer with it on occasion in how to prevent it?

    I’d love to hear your thoughts on this matter as I’m sure many of you have been in this very same boat as I find myself standing in right now. Although technically, there isn’t a block having written this posting, but there is a block with the creative writing aspect of my life.

    Contact Details.

    Jennifer spent many years without daring to lift a pen, without writing a word that wasn’t forced. But 2008 arrived and with it, her love of writing. She began with poetry which quenched her thirst to begin with but soon that wasn’t enough to satisfy her. 2011 arrived with a dream to write her first novel – Awakening, which is on-going. November saw her attempt her first NaNoWriMo, and so Timber Varden was born, with the bulk of it being written within that month. Now she finds herself aiming to re-write that draft and turn it into her first published novel.

    Contact

    While she aims to work through the edits needed, updates on her progress can be found on here –http://www.facebook.com/AuthorJenniferDon
    To find out more with regards to her other projects, then check out her blog here – http://thoughtsgowild.blogspot.co.uk/
    And should you wish to follow her on Twitter, or ask her any questions please see here –https://twitter.com/#!/Voice_Of_Spirit
    You can also add and follow Jennifer over on Goodreads. You will find that link here – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6155054.Jennifer_Don

    Jennifer will be more than happy to answer any questions you have for her. You can contact her at any of the links posted above. Or email her at authorjenniferdon@hotmail.co.uk

  • Jennifer spent many years without daring to lift a pen, without writing a word that wasn’t forced. That was however, until the year 2008 arrived. It dawned the starting of a new age. An age where love and passion for writing arrived. She spent that year and the following 2, writing just over 250 poe…

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I would like to introduce Pegggy Browning, pulling her life into prospective and giving it her all. Take it away…

 

What Inspired my Current Work in Progress

I have wanted to be a writer since I was eight years. When I was in the third grade I read “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott and was inspired by Jo, the tomboyish sister who aspired to be a writer. Eventually I read “Little Men” and “Jo’s Boys”, following Jo’s progress. I started writing my first book when I was nine.

Since then, I have started many manuscripts that I felt were destined to be the next Great American Novel. I have never finished even one. Eventually I concluded that while I had great beginnings and some pretty good endings, I had nothing to put in the middle to link all that greatness together.

I gave up on the idea of being a novelist and instead wrote encyclopedia entries, news features, music reviews and other simple non-fiction pieces. It wasn’t what I had envisioned, but at least I was writing.

I had many jobs through the years, including being a fundraiser for a non-profit and a social worker for a mental health clinic. The very best part of those jobs was writing foundation grant proposals and patients’ social histories. Again…I was excited just to have the opportunity to write something…anything.

My 50th birthday was a turning point for me. I did a thorough examination of my life up to that point and checked off all the things I had accomplished. Then I made a list of all the things I still wanted to do. I asked myself what I truly desired.

The answer was clear. I wanted to fulfill my dream of making a living doing what I loved most. I wanted to write a novel.

But I still didn’t have a subject.

Write what you know! Write what you know! Those words echoed in my head.

What did I know better than the emotions, thoughts and actions of a 50 year old woman who is ever so slightly unfulfilled? I figured that surely I wasn’t the only 50 year old woman who was doing a life review.

I decided I had a voice and something to say. Maybe other women of a certain age would want to hear what I had to say, if I could just find the right way to say it.

I started my Work in Progress in March 2011. Life has distracted me with almost everything imaginable since I started my novel, The Big 5-0. Health problems, job loss, financial devastation, a death in the family…all were huge obstacles that had to be overcome.

And yet, I plod along, never giving up on my self and my tenacious character, Matilda Mason, and the situations that are thrust upon both of us. I know she can succeed…and I know I can, too.

 

 

An excerpt from The Big 5-0: 

 

“The fact was that this birthday was making me feel needy and nervous. Suddenly I was on a deadline to accomplish something in my life.

 I looked at what I had done so far…raising a daughter, helping my mother and father in their business, being a good wife and a pretty good garden reporter…and saw that those things were OK. Much more than OK…even excellent.

But that wasn’t all I wanted to accomplish. Those things were only a part of me and the most important part of me had been held back and needed to emerge.

 Now I had a shelf life. And it had a short sell-by date.

I had maybe another 25 good years left. I had a lot left to do in those years. I had to find myself and I had to do it fast.”

 

So here I am: my authentic, true self at last. I’m proving to me that I can really, really do this. I’m writing and hoping someone will read it. I’ve got to do it fast!

 

Biography:

Peggy Browning is a writer who views her life after age 50 through rose-colored bifocals. She writes about issues facing the boomer crowd with humor and wit. She has reinvented herself many times through life’s exciting adventures, varied jobs and diverse careers. She’s been a special education teacher, social worker, waitress, newspaper carrier,  newspaper correspondent, fruit stand owner, nurse’s aide, janitor and  writer/entrepreneur. And that’s just a few of the jobs she’s been paid to do during her first 5 decades…Catch her musings about life after 50 on her blog at her website, http://fiftyodd.com, her opinion column and feature news stories at http://pioneer-sentinel.com, and blogs at http://galtime.com and http://zestnow.com. Visit her Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fifty-Odd/327132190645107.

I would like to introduce Peggy Browning this week for Tasha Turner Coaching Virtual Blog Tour

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First, let me express my sincere thanks to Dvora Swickle for hosting me on her blog this week for the Tasha Turner Coaching Virtual Blog Tour. Thank you, Tara! I appreciate your hard work and your generosity in sharing your blog!

 

 Our assignment was to write a Flash Fiction piece inspired by a picture. When I saw this picture, I knew I had to write about it. I write for women over age 50.  This is a picture of all my character desires: peace, love, joy. And isn’t that what we all desire, no matter what our age?

 

So here goes:

 

 I hesitated before opening the door and asked myself if I really wanted to do this.

 Oh, for Pete’s sake, I answered myself. Don’t be silly.

 You’re a grown woman. Go inside. It’s your birthday present to yourself, after all.

No one else knows you well enough to buy it for you.

 

No one. Not one person knew me that well, especially not Dave, my husband of 30 years.

 

The brass prayer bells jangled when I opened the door. It had been over 30 years since I’d last been in the local head shop. Of course, now the High Flyer had added the words “specialty store” to its sign on the wall outside to convince the police that it offered more than rolling papers and bongs.

 

Other than the name, not much had changed in the tidy little shop since the last time I’d visited. Funny…the last time I’d been in here I was shopping for a birthday present. I bought Dave a Pink Floyd poster for his 21st birthday.

 

Mellow incense wafted through the air. Hookahs were displayed on the walls behind gleaming glass counters filled with artsy looking glass pipes. Decorative swords and martial arts equipment hung neatly on the opposite wall behind the racks of tie-dyed tee shirts. Tarot cards and crystals occupied a long display case next to shelves filled with incense sticks and cones. Good marketing technique demanded that the teakwood burners were close by. Teas, cigars, and herbal remedies all had their place on the spotless shelves.

 

 A balding man sporting a long gray ponytail approached me when I stopped at the display of DVDs.  Embarrassed when I realized they were all rated XXX, I looked up and saw the bigger than life size dildos stored above the porn behind locked glass doors.

 

Well damn, I thought. Maybe some things had changed. I sure didn’t remember those from my last visit!

 

“Can I help you find something?” the old hippie asked.

 

I blushed.

 

“Uh…yes,” I said. “I want to buy a poster.”

 

“Anything special in mind?” he smiled.

 

“The one in the window,” I said. “I noticed it yesterday when I drove past here on my way to work.”

 

“It’s just the right thing to put over my desk,” I added.

 

“Hendrix? Yeah…that’s a great one,” he said.

 

“Um, no. The circle colored blue and purple and green,” I answered.

 

“Oh, that one!” he said. “It’s not a poster. It’s one of my originals…on canvas. Yeah. I like that one too.”

 

He walked over to the window, lifted the fabric backdrop and pulled the painted canvas out. He handed it to me.

 

My hand shook a little when I took it. Yes. This was just what I wanted. I didn’t know it until I saw it yesterday, but I had wanted this exact thing for a very long time. The circle was painted in swirly greens and blues and purples, yellows and browns on a background of pale gray. Encircling the design were the words peace, joy, intuition, love, gratitude, compassion.

 

These were all the things, the feelings, I wanted. I had them all once. And I wanted them back.

 

“It’s beautiful,” I said. “I’ll take it.”

 

The graying shopkeeper led me to the back counter where the cash register was located. While he wrapped the painting I listened to his partner, a man with a shaved, tattooed head and nose ring give instructions to another customer.

 

“So, you take this 48 hours before your physical. You can’t eat any fats or dairy products and you gotta drink at least two gallons of water after you take it…over that 48 hours,” the tattooed man explained. “Then you should be rid of all your “toxins” before you have to take your piss test.”

 

The customer nodded solemnly.

 

“That’s $81.19,” my helper said.

 

Oh, shoot. I hadn’t even asked the price.

 

“How much was the painting?” I asked.

 

“Seventy-five. With tax,” he said.

 

 I winced. I only had a twenty on me. Then I took Dave’s MasterCard from my purse and handed it to him. It seemed a small price to pay for everything I wanted.

 

“Thanks,” I said.

 

“It’s my birthday present to me,” I said. “I’m 50 today.”

 

“Well, happy birthday to you!” the shopkeeper smiled. “You don’t look a day over 49!”

 

I blushed again.

 

 

Back at home, I pulled the framed photograph of Dave and me from the wall above my desk and hung the painting in its place.

 

It was just a painting to remind me of all that I desired. I wanted to have it all again.

 

 It was just a painting, but it was a pretty good start.