Wednesday, January 8, 2025

I HEART CHRISTINE

 

 

It’s the Monthly Blog Hop for the Insecure Writers Support Group founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh

The first Wednesday of every month, an optional question is announced that members can answer in their IWSG post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or even a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post. Remember, the question optional. 

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The awesome co-hosts for the January 8 posting of the IWSGare Rebecca Douglass, Beth Camp, Liza @ Middle Passages, and Natalie @ Literary Rambles!


January 8 question - Describe someone you admired when you were a child. Did your opinion of that person change when you grew up?



With a six-year age difference...

My older sister Christine and I were not that close...

In fact we fought often... 

And I used to tell her I hated her...

And though I loved watching her put polish on her long fingernails, she used to scratch my arms with them. 

While she was in high school, she won a scholarship to Pratt Art Institute... 

Her favorite things to draw were fashion models wearing clothes she designed.

One day my Barbie doll went missing... 

I couldn’t imagine what had happened to her.

A few days later...

My sister returned Barbie to me along with several outfits she had made for her.

I loved my sister for that...

And I changed Barbie’s clothes often and also gave her new hairdos.

When I was thirteen, my sister got married and moved to Panama with her husband who was in the army.

I was heartbroken.

She returned twice to our home before finally moving back to the States...

And what she brought with her from Panama were tales of the jungle... 

Of meeting Cuna Indians and seeing exotic jungle animals... 

Like jaguarundis, tropical birds and snakes...

She also did paintings of the jungle which fascinated me. 

She continued her artwork in LA becoming successful making and selling bronzes of dogs.

She sent the late Queen of England a bronze of a corgi, and in turn, my sister received an official letter from the office of the Queen thanking her. One of Christine's bronzes is also at the Ronald Reagan museum.

My sisters's name is Christine Fischer.

She has since passed...

But her bronzes and my memories of her live on.

And because of her jungle tales...

Is it any surprise that I now live in a jungle in Mexico?

And what about you?

Who did you admire growing up?

 

 Always,

EM-Musing

 

Below is a story I wrote about a supernatural  experience my sister and I shared.



No footprints. How could that be?  

     My sister and I had been walking the beach in Malibu that morning. The lapping waves of the Pacific, the cresting sun over the hills, and the architectural array of beachfront homes were a blurred reality compared to our painful conversation. Her breast cancer had returned. 

“Why does God allow diseases and other bad things to happen to people?” she asked.

      I had no answer. Does anyone really?

       We continued walking, discussing her treatment options. I searched for words to give her comfort and hope, and she confessed her doubts about our Christian upbringing and if she needed to believe in Jesus anymore. 

I said a silent prayer. 

Finally, our walk took us back to our shoes we had left neatly side-by-side and were surprised by a big heart etched in the sand next to them. Inside the heart was written: John 3:16. We looked at each smiling as if we expected the other to fess up that they had done it, but that didn’t make any sense; we’d been with each other the whole time. We contemplated if someone could have heard our conversations and then made the heart with the bible verse in it while we were gone. Our husbands? A passerby? No. We were the only ones on the beach that early morning except for a few runners. But even if it had happened like that, it didn’t explain why there were no footprints in the sand. Had the heart been there when we left our shoes? No. We were both clear that we would have noticed it.

       “Do you remember what John 3:16 says?” I asked my sister.

       “I do. ‘For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.’” 

Neither of us knew what to say. That distinct message in the sand was an answer to her question and an answer to my prayer.

       We returned to her house and our waiting husbands and told them what had happened. After their doubtful and joking comments, my sister and I let the subject drop. We didn’t want to hear anything negative; we needed to ponder more on the message given to us. 

         Though there were no human footprints in the sand that day, my sister and I both knew someone in the spiritual realm had been there. 

       My sister accepted this mysterious and spiritual “message in the heart” that day and renewed her acceptance of Jesus. As she traveled the remainder of her destiny here on earth, she took comfort that whoever left her that message would be with her to guide her into her next reality. I have no doubt that’s what happened. Christine passed not too long after this.

And I have no doubt that when it’s my turn I will see Christine again.


Wednesday, December 4, 2024

HANGING ON A CLFF

 

It’s the Monthly Blog Hop for the Insecure Writers Support Group founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh

The first Wednesday of every month, an optional question is announced that members can answer in their IWSG post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or even a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post. Remember, the question optional. 

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!
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The awesome co-hosts for the December 4 posting of the IWSG are Ronel, Deniz, Pat Garcia, Olga Godim, and Cathrina Constantine!

 

 

December 4 question - Do you write cliffhangers at the end of your stories? Are they a turn-off to you as a writer and/or a reader?

 

 I don’t write cliff hangers at the end of a book...

But rather... 

I leave the reader with hope that when the book ends...

There’ll be a second or third book with the same characters.  

BUT...

In my EM series... 

I do leave cliff hangers at the end of most of my chapters... 

My hope is that the reader will be that curious...

And want to continue to the next chapter, and the next, and the next.

When I'm reading a novel it bugs me when a chapter ends... 

But the next chapter is not a continuation...

But rather it jumps to another part of the story that doesn’t seem connected... 

This is when I appreciate a timeline, a date, or something to string the chapters along.

But then...

I’m a lazy reader, or I have ADD, or my mind wonders... 

And I often forget names if they’re not a  main character or aren't mentioned enough...

Especially if the names start with same letter, or sound similar

Like: Ellen, Eleanor, Ester, etc...

Then I have to go back and find those characters to refresh my memory.

But then, it’s probably just me.

What about you?  

Do you write cliffhangers? Or enjoy them?


Always,

Em-Musing

Merry Christmas!












See you in the New Year!

 



Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Creative Minds Create


 It’s the Monthly Blog Hop for the Insecure Writers Support Group founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh

The first Wednesday of every month, an optional question is announced that members can answer in their IWSG post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or even a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post. Remember, the question optional.  

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The awesome co-hosts for the  November 6 posting of the IWSG arDiedre Knight, Lisa Buie Collard , Kim Lajevardi, and JQ Rose!


 November 6 question - What creative activity do you engage in when you're not writing?

Remember, the question is optional

What do I do?

I do art...

Painting murals...

Designing artistic landscaping...

And mosaics. 

But not all the time.

Because just like with my writing... 

I create in spurts...

I’ll get an idea from who knows where...

It will get stuck in my brain...

Then my muse goes into action...

For months or sometimes even a year. 

But before I’m ready to start...

And while my idea is percolating ...

I’ll research my brains out...

Looking for new trends to expand my idea...

And check out what's already out there...

Like authors reading other authors' books...

Then voila! 

I can visualize what my art will look like...

But before I say, I’m going to do this...

There’s always a hesitancy:

It’s a stupid idea!

I’ll get lazy and won’t finish it!

It’ll be ugly!

They're the same emotions I go through when I start writing a novel...

INSECURITY!

But the good thing about my art is...

I can do whatever I want...

There’ll be no queries to send out...

There’re no agents I have attract...

And the only one I have to please is me.

What about you?

What creative activity do you do?

 

Always, 

Em-Musing

Wednesday, October 2, 2024

DON'T GO DOWN THE BASEMENT

 

It’s the Monthly Blog Hop for the Insecure Writers Support Group

 founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh

The first Wednesday of every month, an optional question is announced that members can answer in their IWSG post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or even a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post. Remember, the question optional.  Let's rock the neurotic writing world!

 Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

 The awesome co-hosts for the  October 2 posting of the IWSG are Nancy Gideon, Jennifer Lane, Jacqui Murray, and Natalie Aguirre! 

 

October 2 question - Ghost stories fit right in during this month. What's your favorite classic ghostly tale? Tell us about it and why it sends chills up your spine.

 

 

It’s so annoying! 

When I’m watching a scary movie...

And one of the characters hears something down the basement...

Don’t go down the basement!

Of course, they go down and something bad happens.

And I hate to admit it...

But I did something stupid... 

Down the basement!

When I was a junior in high school... 

My uncle was a collector of antique books...

My father would often go over to his shop... 

And buy books such as: 

Milton’s Paradise Lost          Dante's Inferno

Because, being an artist, he liked the illustrations in them. 

One day he brought home a book dated 1858 entitled: Incantations and Spells... 

My mother turned her nose up it and called it a witch book.

Me? I was fascinated... 

I recruited my two friends to go through the book with me.

During the course of that summer, we read every page... 

Down in the basement. 

Once, we tried spells to make one boy fall in love with one of my friends. (didn’t work)

All was okay for a while until...


One evening my mother called me for dinner. I was in the basement when I happened to look down and saw my grandmother’s feet. She was barefoot and wearing a long gown. Why wasn’t she wearing shoes? And I’d never seen her in a long dress. Weird, I thought, then ran up the stairs and into the kitchen stopping abruptly because there at the kitchen table was my grandmother. I didn't say anything about seeing the apparition. 


A few days later, my mother was heading downstairs to the basement to start a load of wash... 

Don’t go down the basement!

She told my father later at dinner that the basement had a cold draft that hadn’t been there before. and she felt it again when she hung the clothes on the clothesline to dry. 

Later, she asked me to get the clothes and bring them upstairs.

Don’t go down the basement!

I also felt the cold air plus a heaviness—or presence—in the air. It creeped me out.  But still I said nothing.

A few days later... 

My mother was doing another load of laundry... 

Don’t go down the basement!

And she saw the same apparition of an old woman in a long gown walk past her and told my father, but he just laughed saying her blood sugar was probably low and there are no such things as ghosts. 

I knew better... 

It was only when my father actually saw the old woman standing right in front of him

that he took action. He burned the witches’ book.

There are more stories about that book and what came up from below, 

But not from the basement—from another realm...

Those stories, though are for another time.

 So?

What's your favorite classic ghostly tale?  

Have you ever seen a ghost? 

And are you afraid of going down basements?


Always,

Em-Musing


P.S. Interestingly that book also had an illustration of Pythagoras’ Wheel, that, if asked a question needing a yes or no answer it would give you the answer.

The book also explained in detail how to tell the future using Geomancy but I didn’t want to figure it out. It was too much like doing math which I hated.

Wednesday, September 4, 2024

VERY-LY I POST TO THEE

 

It’s the Monthly Blog Hop for the Insecure Writers Support Group founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh

The first Wednesday of every month, an optional question is announced that members can answer in their IWSG post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience, or even a story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG post. Remember, the question optional. 

Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG and hashtag is #IWSG.

 

The awesome co-hosts for the September 4 posting of the IWSG are Beth Camp, Jean Davis, Yvonne Ventresca, and PJ Colando!


September 4 question - Since it's back to school time, let's talk English class. What's a writing rule you learned in school that messed you up as a writer?


English was my favorite subject in school... 

I loved writing flowery poems ...

Using many adjectives and adverbs...

And my grades were good...

The only reprimand I got from teachers...

Was my punctuation.

(do poems need punctuation?)

So, I was shocked when I started writing in the 'real' world

And learned that using adjectives and adverbs...

Is just telling a story and not showing it.

Adjectives and adverbs also slow down a story. 

Obviously, (sorry) King and Twain agree:


“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.” – Stephen King 

 “Adverbs are the tool of the lazy writer.” “If you see an adverb, kill it.”  – Mark Twain


Actually, (sorry) I'm sure you all know...

It's the overuse of adjectives and adverbs that need to die. 

My writing is better now for the most part... 

And for the "unmost” part...

My blog posts are where I can write freely (sorry) 

Whatever and however my little heart desires (a cliché)

And just for grins and giggles (yup, another cliché) 

Here’re some stats of two famous authors regarding adverbs:

 

Hemingway used only 80 adverbs in every 10,000 words while J.K. Rowling used 140 per 10,000.  And King said this: “Ms. Rowling seems to have never met one [adverbs] she didn't like”.

 

I’m pretty sure (sorry) Rowling and her bank accounts really (sorry) don’t care about her overuse of adverbs.


And you?

What are your feelings on adjectives and adverbs?

And what writing rule messed you up as a writer?


Always,

Em-Musing

 

 

Wednesday, August 7, 2024

I AM NOT A ROBOT

  


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The awesome co-hosts for the August 7 posting of the IWSG are: Feather Stone, Kim Lajevardi, Diedre Knight, C. Lee McKenzie, and Sarah - The Faux Fountain Pen!

 August 7 question - Do you use AI in your writing and if so, how? Do you use it for your posts? Incorporate it into your stories? Use it for research? Audio?





I pride myself on my writing and creative thoughts. I would feel like a big fat cheater if I used AI to write for me. 

But, when writing this post...

I got curious about the origins of AI...

And did some researching (thanks AI)...

And found that AI has been with us for many decades... 

But before AI came Robots...

A term that was created in 1920 by a Czech named Karel Capek... 

Who wrote the play, Rossum’s Universal Robots—R.U.R.

FYI: robot is a term derived from robata, a Czech word that means “forced labor”.

The play is about enslaved synthetic humans who were made to serve

human masters and in the end the robots kill all humans proclaiming that they have emotions too. (obviously not forgiveness)

I keep wondering—or fearing—just how far we humans can take AI...

Hollywood and authors have had a field day with possibilities...

But I wonder about science...

How far can science go?

When is enough, enough?

And then I got to wondering...

If I am a physical creation of God (and I believe I am) 

And my brain has been programed to think... 

Am I merely a flesh and blood robot?

No!

Because while I can compare my brain to AI... 

And my physical body to a robot... 

Something is still lacking in this scenario...

A conscience!

And God's Spirit!

Which I believe is different than a life force that animals and all other living things have.

Thoughts?

 And how do you use AI?



Always,

Em-Musing

 

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