Well, my friend and coworker, Roma, has been the only one bugging me about posting to this blogspot. Thanks, Roma!
Came across an article on the web about blog content. So, I'll start with her suggestions as I'm sure no one cares what I had for lunch or watched on TV last night.
I struck out on my first trek with NaNoWriMo...National Novel Writing Month. Happens every November and I've known about it for a few years, but never felt the desire to put this pressure on myself on top of the rest of life.
What's the pressure? A 50,000 word count novella by November 30th. Yike! As of November 7, I'm just over 2.3% of the way there. My goal should have been about 1700 words per day. I'm only about 11,000 words behind. Huge sigh here....
I can say that I am playing the game honestly. I started within the month of November. All words will be written within the month of November. I started a brand new book created out of my imagination. I've been playing with the idea of a mystery written with Smith Mountain Lake as the setting, but my past writing used the cabin we own as the backdrop.
This new book uses a fabricated location on the lake, a B&B owned by a retired reverend and his wife situated across the cove from a 'haunted' boathouse. I have 4 characters on the scene so far:
Elle, the protagonist
Charles, the moody cowboyish stranger that's a fellow guest at the B&B
Reverend Appleman, the B&B owner
The Rev's wife...no name yet
One scene partially written and a little tension built in already. I feel a lot more freedom to create with this fictional backdrop. It's a mysterious, moody location that shares a similar view to the cabin we vacation in so we're looking at the same thing, but the environments we see life from are very different.
One thing I have learned in the little bit of blogging I've done so far. Blogging keeps you away from the business of writing.
If Roma bugs me, I may post again soon!
Blessings,
Claryce
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Gotta Figure This All Out
The pressures of not posting a message since March 9 have finally gotten the better of me. Being such a newbie to all of this, I'm not sure how to organize and schedule all of the new information areas I've created for myself.
Five days ago, I created my Facebook page. Went on www.swagbucks.com to do a few searches and win my daily swagbucks and when I searched my brother's name lo and behold he was on Facebook and he was in touch with my cousin Theresa in Indiana. Except for the usual "Hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a Blessed New Year" Christmas cards, I haven't spoken with her in years.(This year I didn't even send Christmas cards beyond my parents and my inlaws and you know what? Nothing bad happened. That I know of. I visualize friends and family angry and sad because I must have cut them from my list. Yeah, right. No one noticed or cared.)
I'm in the process of creating a web page for my writing. I am in the writer's program called, "Breaking into Print" with the Long Ridge Writer's Group. I have learned great things in the first four months of the program and will be submitting articles for publication in the next two months. This is what I've always needed. Just a little push.
I read an article in this month's "The Writer" about a guy who sold 100 articles in the first seven months of submissions. If I could do 2/3 of that I could quit my day job. He had a great way of increasing his salable material and was not a shoe-in as an expert in most of the subject areas he sold.
Today in the paper I read about a few men who have quit their day jobs and have earned about $10k per month through ads on their finance-focused blog pages. I'd like to do something like that with a blog page but it would have to be something with a big draw. Something on spiritual lessons, growing with your kids, recovery from being a control freak....I'm not sure.
Signing off for now to have more meditative time to ponder this idea......
Thanks for reading this....(the few who made it to the end might appreciate that I appreciate them. LOL!)
Five days ago, I created my Facebook page. Went on www.swagbucks.com to do a few searches and win my daily swagbucks and when I searched my brother's name lo and behold he was on Facebook and he was in touch with my cousin Theresa in Indiana. Except for the usual "Hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a Blessed New Year" Christmas cards, I haven't spoken with her in years.(This year I didn't even send Christmas cards beyond my parents and my inlaws and you know what? Nothing bad happened. That I know of. I visualize friends and family angry and sad because I must have cut them from my list. Yeah, right. No one noticed or cared.)
I'm in the process of creating a web page for my writing. I am in the writer's program called, "Breaking into Print" with the Long Ridge Writer's Group. I have learned great things in the first four months of the program and will be submitting articles for publication in the next two months. This is what I've always needed. Just a little push.
I read an article in this month's "The Writer" about a guy who sold 100 articles in the first seven months of submissions. If I could do 2/3 of that I could quit my day job. He had a great way of increasing his salable material and was not a shoe-in as an expert in most of the subject areas he sold.
Today in the paper I read about a few men who have quit their day jobs and have earned about $10k per month through ads on their finance-focused blog pages. I'd like to do something like that with a blog page but it would have to be something with a big draw. Something on spiritual lessons, growing with your kids, recovery from being a control freak....I'm not sure.
Signing off for now to have more meditative time to ponder this idea......
Thanks for reading this....(the few who made it to the end might appreciate that I appreciate them. LOL!)
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Claryce...why?
Good evening all,
Up late again, playing on the computer. In my last post, I promised I would explain why I use the name 'Claryce' to write under. Like anybody really cares besides me.
Claryce is my grandmother's name. Though she is no longer with us, having died at the age of 100 in October 2007, she is still my grandma. She did so much to influence my life. I owe her so much and the only way I can repay her love and kindness is to pass it on to others.
Grandma (Gimaw to my girls) prayed and nagged me back into the Christian community of believers after 10 long years of "not needing to go to church to worship".
Every time I would call her from Alabama where we were living at the time, she would say, "You want friends? Go to church." Thanks for that, Grandma.
The day of my grandma's funeral was a wonderful day...hard, but wonderful. The last thing she said to me before she died was, "I love you, too" in response to my declaration of love.
The day of the funeral was sunny and around 60 degrees. The granddaughters all wore hats of Gimaw's to honor the lady who wore hats longer than anyone else at
Orcutt Baptist Church. My cousin, Wayne, preached the funeral and painted a beautiful picture of the great time Grandma was having checking out her mansion in glory! I sang with my trio, Greater Joy, at the funeral and actually made it through the song without falling apart.
After leaving the cemetary, my husband, two of my three daughters and my niece stopped with me at 7-11 to get a drink and a snack before facing the "visitation" at my mother's house. My grandma, loved red. When we pulled out of the 7-11 parking lot and onto Jefferson Avenue, there was a red Cadillac in front of us. My eyes were immediately drawn to the license plate of that car - "GMA JOY". I read out loud, "Gimaw Joy". I knew then she was dancing in glory and just wanted to let me know!
Be Blessed, Cathy
Up late again, playing on the computer. In my last post, I promised I would explain why I use the name 'Claryce' to write under. Like anybody really cares besides me.
Claryce is my grandmother's name. Though she is no longer with us, having died at the age of 100 in October 2007, she is still my grandma. She did so much to influence my life. I owe her so much and the only way I can repay her love and kindness is to pass it on to others.
Grandma (Gimaw to my girls) prayed and nagged me back into the Christian community of believers after 10 long years of "not needing to go to church to worship".
Every time I would call her from Alabama where we were living at the time, she would say, "You want friends? Go to church." Thanks for that, Grandma.
The day of my grandma's funeral was a wonderful day...hard, but wonderful. The last thing she said to me before she died was, "I love you, too" in response to my declaration of love.
The day of the funeral was sunny and around 60 degrees. The granddaughters all wore hats of Gimaw's to honor the lady who wore hats longer than anyone else at
Orcutt Baptist Church. My cousin, Wayne, preached the funeral and painted a beautiful picture of the great time Grandma was having checking out her mansion in glory! I sang with my trio, Greater Joy, at the funeral and actually made it through the song without falling apart.
After leaving the cemetary, my husband, two of my three daughters and my niece stopped with me at 7-11 to get a drink and a snack before facing the "visitation" at my mother's house. My grandma, loved red. When we pulled out of the 7-11 parking lot and onto Jefferson Avenue, there was a red Cadillac in front of us. My eyes were immediately drawn to the license plate of that car - "GMA JOY". I read out loud, "Gimaw Joy". I knew then she was dancing in glory and just wanted to let me know!
Be Blessed, Cathy
Sunday, March 8, 2009
First Touch
Hey Everyone,
My name is Cathy Welch publishing under the name Claryce. I am a writer with many avenues to explore in order to serve others in need. In the area of Blessed Assurances, I will be speaking in the vein of miracles seen daily by those who are in need of the Lord's comfort.
About 5 years ago, co-workers, fellow church members, friends and family began sharing things God had done to comfort them in the hard times. Dreams, words from others, signs in nature and even license plates. This was a natural area to explore as people are eager to share these miracles with those who listen without a cynical attitude.
Having known the Lord's comforts in many aspects of my life, I listened. I'm almost 50-years old and have seen a lot of hard times. I am starting this blog while down with a back injury, slight though it may be, that is teaching me empathy for my husband. Keith has suffered with back pain since the age of 19. While not enjoying this pain, I can at least know it is for a reason.
I am working on a nonfiction book that will pull together the many stories that have been shared by other believers in Jesus Christ. Look forward to sharing and hearing from others who have relevant testimonies.
Next time......why "Claryce"?
Blessings,
Cathy
My name is Cathy Welch publishing under the name Claryce. I am a writer with many avenues to explore in order to serve others in need. In the area of Blessed Assurances, I will be speaking in the vein of miracles seen daily by those who are in need of the Lord's comfort.
About 5 years ago, co-workers, fellow church members, friends and family began sharing things God had done to comfort them in the hard times. Dreams, words from others, signs in nature and even license plates. This was a natural area to explore as people are eager to share these miracles with those who listen without a cynical attitude.
Having known the Lord's comforts in many aspects of my life, I listened. I'm almost 50-years old and have seen a lot of hard times. I am starting this blog while down with a back injury, slight though it may be, that is teaching me empathy for my husband. Keith has suffered with back pain since the age of 19. While not enjoying this pain, I can at least know it is for a reason.
I am working on a nonfiction book that will pull together the many stories that have been shared by other believers in Jesus Christ. Look forward to sharing and hearing from others who have relevant testimonies.
Next time......why "Claryce"?
Blessings,
Cathy
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