Saturday, May 30, 2009

"Farewell to Rufus and Momma Kitty!"

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Two very special pets from the world of "books and writers" have gone to the Rainbow Bridge.

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First, there is Rufus, who was has been known as's "shortest volunteer worker." He was owned by Amazon's former editor-in-chief and their principal engineer, and dating all the way back to the early days, he would accompany them to work every day.

Rufus had a wonderful life! He was able to sit in on all the meetings he wanted (something he loved to do!); stroll the hallways; take leisurely naps in his crate; he perfected his game of hallway tennis-ball-chase; and somehow he was able to charm people into giving him extra treats and goodies, whenever they saw him. Ah, to live a dog's life.

As soon as Amazon customers discovered that there was an "Amazon dog," he was overwhelmed with presents, and he was particularly delighted to receive an offering from his good friends in Guam. His celebrity status never changed him, though. He was always the same old lovable Rufus.

He was most proud of his accomplishment of starting up the dog-friendly culture that is present at today. Employees can thank Rufus for being able to bring their four-legged friends with them to work today, something that most companies wouldn't even dream of allowing their employees to do.

Amazon is sure going to miss you, Rufus!

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The next pet that has gone on to "meet the sweet reward" is my own precious baby, Momma Kitty. You probably don't remember the article that I wrote on April 3rd about writer's block, but I wrote a whole paragraph about her in that article, here.

I have been dreading this, ever since they re-blacktopped the road out in front of our house. Momma was so good about looking both ways before crossing the road, but there had been some strange, stray dogs out here lately that had been chasing her and the other kitties, and I knew that she had been depending on being able to hear the vehicles coming, just like in the old days, but she wouldn't be able to any more. Now the road was all smooth, and the vehicles travelled along it quietly. How could I warn her and make her understand that? I was frantic!

I tried to tell her, but she didn't understand what I was trying to say. She just purred and looked up at me with love in her eyes, enjoying being held by me and listening to the sound of my voice as tears ran down my cheeks.

Days passed by and she was ok, and this gave me hope. Then days turned into weeks and I was cautiously optimistic, but still I worried and prayed. I couldn't bear the thought of living without her. Then the weeks turned into months and I thought maybe, just maybe the hurdle had been crossed, but the months never had the chance to make it to a whole year. In less than ten months, my Momma Kitty, the only kitty to have survived the traffic on this treacherous road for anything over a year, was gone.

For eleven years, I was the one that she had loved the most. I was the one she ran to when she had boo-boos from fighting with the other cats; she would sit by the door and "meow" until I came out to see what the problem was, because that wasn't something she'd normally do. She was such a good kitty, and we could read each other. I had never had that before--not in my entire life--and now she was gone. I was going to miss her terribly.

My new neighbor, Sheila, had called me on the phone that morning, and when I answered, instantly I had been able to tell something was very wrong by the sound of her voice.

"Oh...uh, hi, Cynde," she stammered. "Is Dion around?"

"Hi, Sheila," I answered her, immediately on alert. "No, Dion went back to work this morning. Can I help you with something?" My husband had just returned to work after taking a few days vacation, and for some reason, she obviously didn't want to talk to me.

"Well, not exactly," she said. There was silence on the line.

"Is something wrong, Sheila?"

"I'm on my way to an appointment, and I'm going to be late," she said, agitated. Silence again.

I had been laying down because I didn't feel good, it was around 11:30 a.m., and I still wasn't dressed. Something told me to get up and start slamming on some clothes as we spoke, which I did. "Sheila, what is it?" I asked, alarmed.

"Well, I was just going to get out into my car, and I happened to notice that one of those cats are out in the road."

(The kitties in the photo above are Momma's last litter, from left to right: Luke, Capote, Grady, and Duke)

My first thought was, oh no, I bet it's Duke. All we had left now were three yellow tiger kitties: Momma Kitty and two of her kittens, both boys, Capote and Duke. Then Sheila shattered my world!

"I think it's that old one," she said.

I think I may screamed, "Oh no, not Momma!" but I'm not sure. I don't remember exactly what happened after that. I do remember thanking her and having a hard time getting her to get off the phone for some reason. Now that I think about it, I may have upset her with my devastated reaction, but I'm not sure. I just know that I had to get off the phone so I could finish dressing so that I could see if it was Momma; and she if she was alive; and then see if I could help her.

A few minutes later, I was dressed and ready, then I flew out the door. The very first thing I noticed were the two kittens, Capote and Duke, looking out towards the road, and howling, as if they were physically in pain. I have never seen anything quite like it, except when cats were in heat, and they definitely were. not! Just the sound of it made my heart race. Then I turned and saw that it surely was Momma lying there, so I ran with the soft towel that I had brought with me, and went to check her out.

Oh, how it grieved me to see what had happened to her. A car had driven right over her, and I won't describe the whole thing to you, but yes, she had died instantly, thank God. I said a prayer for her, then scooped her up, and tenderly wrapped her up in her shroud, then I cradled her in my arms, and took her to her favorite spot in our front yard so that she could rest there, covered, until Dion got home to bury her.

I went in to call Dion at work, and when I looked outside, both the kittens were nuzzling her. Then, each one of them got as close as they could, one of either side, and they both snuggled up next to her, and fell asleep. I totally lost it then. I told Dion what had happened, and I cried so much that I got the hiccups. I had to assure him that I was going to be ok, because he was coming home to be with me, he was so worried about me. That's the way he is; we love each other so much. I couldn't have gotten through this without him.

I know that some of you will think that this is ridiculous, but I loved her so much. I loved her in a way that I find hard to explain. I'm home every day, all by myself, and it gets so lonely, so I talked to Momma, for hours...and she listened happily, without complaint. When she saw me coming, she would literally run to greet me. And the night before she died, she came into the house on her own, and went looking for me.

I had just gotten out of the shower and Dion was drying me off, so she must have heard my voice. Dion had left the kitchen door open by mistake when he carried some things in from the car, and when he came in to check to see how I was doing with my shower, he just dropped what he was doing to help me dry off.

Then we both heard, "Meow!" "Meow!" and I opened the bathroom door just in time to see my poor little Momma Kitty looking more distraught than I had ever seen her in her entire life. I bent down, gently pet her head, and said, "how did you get in here, sweetheart?" She immediately responded by blinking her eyes at me, then wrapping herself around my legs as she weaved in and out, purring loudly as she did so. Oh, how I loved the way she talked to me. She was never too embarrassed to say "I love you, Mommy," no matter where we were or who was there.

Momma had basically been a feral cat, but she let me do anything I wanted with her, and she was the almost the same with Dion. We were her two favorite people in the world, but anybody else...and she took off like a shot! She had never come into the house that far must have been a sign from the Lord, because that was the last time I ever saw her alive. She had come to say "goodbye".

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As a side note: the kitten that took it the hardest and that has been missing Momma the most, "Capote," (this is him in the photo to the left) has been following me everywhere! He isn't Momma, but he is awfully sweet, and I know Momma would want me to take good care of him. Who knows...I may grow to love him a lot, if I can learn to let my guard down. He is so smart, and I already do love him (and Duke, too, of course). I just don't want to get hurt again, I don't think my heart can take it, that's all. Pray that he doesn't get hurt, would you, please? Thanks!

Until next time...stay safe, stay well, and may God bless you all.


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Cynde's Daybook ~and~ Usurper Exposed. Thank you!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

"Welcome to my Page, Leona and Angie!"

By now, you all know how excited I get when a new "follower" comes on board my site! I whoop and holler; I jump up and down; I dance the jig; and I do cartwheels--well, not really...but I do smile a lot!

Seriously speaking, every last one of my "followers" represents someone that likes my blog; that cares about what I have to say; and that cares about me. I'd say that's pretty special. I owe it to all of them to do my very best to at least write something, now and then, that is entertaining, or at the very least, interesting.

My first new "follower" today is Leona G. Shankle, a published author and poet. Her book, entitled "At The Starting Gate," is a collection of assorted poetry and short stories ranging from humorous to serious and inspirational.

Leona also maintains her two blogs: Her first blog is named after her book, At The Starting Gate and it's filled with the things she learned "along the way to publishing [her] book," plus "some tips and insights," and what she calls "a mind-boggling set-back every now and then." Her second blog, Fun n Inspiration , is the sister site to her other blog, and in that blog, she shares inspirational emails and stories as well as things to "help make [our] day a little brighter."

My second new "follower" today is Angie Lofthouse. (Don't you just love her last name? She "is a stay-home mom of six children. Her fiction has appeared in NFG, AlienSkin, Amazing Journeys, The Sword Review, Dragons, Knights and Angels, Irreantum, and Unparalleled Journeys. She is also an editor for Mindflights Magazine. She lives in a little canyon in the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains with her family of writers, artists, singers, composers, illustrators and musicians."

Angie's blog, which is entitled Notes From The Writing Chair, is loaded with valuable writing tips and secrets; updates on her family life; book reviews; links and resources; and so many goodies that it's a veritable goldmine! Her husband even has a gardening blog, called Loafer Canyon Gardening, which I signed up to follow because, I think that our spouses need supporting, as well, and when we as writer's, support each other's spouses, too, it gives us a boost emotionally and spiritually. What could be better than that? We've got to show some love, write right? (LOL!)

Aside from the amazing, very first book that Angie has written, called "Zion Rising," which she is now in the first stages of trying to get it published, here is a list of Angie's published works:

  • "Soul Singer" in "The Sword Review" — September 2006

  • "Brierly's Lilies" in "Dragons, Knights, and Angels" — April 2006

  • "Casualties of War" in "AlienSkin" — April/May 2005

  • "Ripped" in "Amazing Journeys" — March 2005

  • "Fidelity" in "Unparalleled Journeys Anthology"

  • "Getting Colder" in "Amazing Journeys" — June 2004

  • "Sacred Places" in "Irreantum" — Spring 2004

  • "Among the Silent Stars" in "Amazing Journeys" — March 2004

  • "Blessing Stone" in "NFG" — June 2003

As you can see, I am beginning to amass some fantastic "followers" on my blog(s) and it's a shame if you haven't joined yet. It's not too late; you can join at any time!

Let me say, once again, "Welcome to my site, Leona and Angie!" and also..."I hope you enjoy being part of the "Cynde's Daybook" family. I am honored to have you as a members, and I'll do my best to make you glad that you have joined us!"

Until next time...stay safe, stay well, and may God bless you all.


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"Writer's Image Prompt!"

"Picture (no pun intended) This:"

written by: Cynde L. Hammond

It was Thursday night, 02 April 2009, at one of the Lariat Sandridge Energy oil rigs, south of Fort Stockton, Texas. There was an eerie calm outside while the men were busy working on the rig, but they couldn't help but notice the dazzling light display being played out right before them as they worked.

"I don't think I've seen lightning like that before as long as I've worked on these big rigs," Carl said thoughtfully. "Have you, Joe?"

"No, I can't say as I have," he answered, as he watched the thick shafts zig and zag towards the earth. "Somebody got a camera around here?"

"I've got one out in the truck," Bill yelled from the back of the group of about ten men that had formed to watch the show. "I'll go get it."

Just as Bill had turned to trot off and go get the camera, one of the men grabbed him by the arm and whispered in his ear, "Forget it. Get back to work--here comes Red," and with that, Bill went back to his station, never skipping a beat.

Red was a mammoth, barrel-chested man, with a head full of bright red hair, a beard, mustache and lamb-chop sideburns to match. Despite all the face hair, you could still clearly see the cleft chin and deep dimples on both cheeks, which were the perfect compliment to his sparkling, bright blue eyes.

On many occassions, the men had heard the women from the business office talk about what a handsome man Red was, and how they couldn't wait until he was ready to start dating again. They all babied him, brought him cookies, pastries, and all kinds of goodies, ever since his wife had died of uterine cancer two years earlier. Even though they were all jealous of the girls' attention to him, none of them would ever want to trade places with him and have to go through the pain that he had had to endure.

As Red stalked on to the platform, the men quickly scattered in the hopes that he hadn't noticed that they had been goofing off and congregating there, watching the lightning. "Bill!" Red yelled in to the darkness.

Bill swallowed hard, not sure he could answer. He knew he was in trouble now! "Yeah, Red?" he squeaked.

"Go get that camera!" Red commanded.

You didn't have to ask him twice, for Bill was off and running. He was back with his camera in a matter of a couple of minutes. Slowly, the men were gathering back together again at the platform, and watched as Bill handed the camera to Red.

"Well, come on!" Red demanded. "Come on over and gawk if you have to, because I know you won't get anymore work done tonight until these dern pictures have been taken, so let's get it over with!"

Everybody started laughing because they all knew he was just kidding. He was so easy to work for. He was such a fair man, and he'd give them the shirt off his back, if that's what you needed.

"Here, you taken them," Red said, handing the camera back to Bill. "It's your camera!"

So, as Bill prepared for his shot, the men lined up around him and waited in anticipation. "Take a bunch of pictures!" one of the men said, just as Bill was about to click. Now he'd have to get ready all over again. Bill was nervous being watched.

"Give him a little bit of room," Red said, sensing his unease, and Bill flashed him a grin. Now he was ready. This was going to be a great shot. He was going to click right when the lightning flashed! Bill took a deep breath, waited, it was almost time, he could feel it, and then he clicked!

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Now...let's see what you've got! Pick the story up from where I left off, and write how you would finish this little story, just for fun, ok?

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Until next time...stay safe, stay well, and may God bless you all.


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Cynde's Daybook ~and~ Usurper Exposed. Thank you!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

"The 'What's-Up-Wednesday' Short Story Review!"

When I was first told the title of my friend Suzette Saxton’s short story, and that it had been published in the fantasy and science fiction magazine, Mindflights, I thought surely there must be some mistake.

The title, “The Bone Setter,” conjured in my mind, visions of a muscular man twisting, punching and pulling at the half-naked, horizontally-inclined body of a weak woman needing joint manipulation. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

From the start of this enchanting, speculative fiction tale, the relationship between the orphan girls and their sovereign drew me in. I marveled at how well Ms. Saxton had described the scenes; it was almost as if I were there myself. And the characters seemed so believable, so real. How had she done that to such perfection? I felt compelled to read further. As I did, somewhere along the way, I had forgotten that I was reading. The journey had become mine as well. I was with “The Bone Setter.”

Visit Mindflights magazine so that you, too, can be lost in the wonder that is: "The Bone Setter" by Suzette Saxton. ”When ancient bones speak to an orphan girl, she struggles to free them from their mortal bounds while Monsignor, her sovereign from birth, strives to overpower her."

My overall rating: excellent!

Until next time...stay safe, stay well, and may God bless you all.


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Thursday, May 21, 2009

"Query Tracker Turns Two--Let's Celebrate!"

Guess What! It looks like it's a proud parent moment--only I'm not the parent, and Query Tracky isn't exactly a kid anymore. But it's still the same excitement!

They're having a PARTY!

Copy and paste the link below the picture at the bottom of the page for more details. Oh, and there's also a little blog chain contest going on. The grand prize of this hulla-baloo is a FREE WEBSITE designed by the awesome Carolyn Kaufman and QT's daddy, Patrick McDonald. That's right. FREE. (They're the Purple Squirrel Web Designers. Check 'em out.)

You want that, don't you? Um, yeah..

You get one entry into the grand prize drawing for every contest you enter. (Details on the carnival page, click below.) You can also get another entry by helping us advertise!

Thanks, Elana!

Now here's how you do it: Simply make a post like this one you're reading on this blog. Make sure to use the wicked fun graphic and direct them to the carnival page for more deets. Then go here and leave a comment with your link and real name. Or email your link with your real name to any one of the members of the QT blogteam (listed on the right-hand side of the blog) on this page here. Use: Their Name(at)QueryTracker(dot)net.

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Be sure to tell your readers to EMAIL THEM (or comment here) your link and real name so they can put your name in the drawing. You can link to this post so everyone knows how to make sure they're entered for the FREE WEBSITE!

And hurry! You must have your blog post up by next Saturday, May 23 to get the extra entry.

Spread the word! Win a FREE WEBSITE!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

"The 'What's-Up-Wednesday' Guest Interview!"

I'm starting a new segment on my site today called "What's-Up-Wednesday?" where on one day I may do a guest interview, and on another I may just do a story of some sort. Today, I'll be interviewing an aspiring author that I am acquainted with, and whom I think you would enjoy meeting.

Here is our interview:

Our very first guest here on “What’s-Up-Wednesday?” is a writer and one of the co-hosts of the Creative Writing Podcast; her name is Connie Wilson. Connie, welcome to my blog.

Thank you. It’s great to be here and thanks for letting me be your first guest!

I’ve known you for a while because we both have participated in the SpringWrite Writing Challenge and now we’re both in the SummerWrite Writing Challenge, on Live, plus I also follow the Creative Writing Podcast (CWP). I thought that my readers would enjoy getting to know you as well. So, Connie, why don’t you start by telling us a little bit about yourself? We’ll start with something simple. When did you start writing?

I can remember as far back as ages six and seven, when we lived in Alaska, and being told to go up to the playroom and write about what I had seen outside. The refrigerator was littered with stories about bunnies watching caribou eating tall grass or seeing black bears tearing through garbage bags, batting around empty milk jugs. The teacher pulled my parents aside on more than one occasion to tell them that I had a gift for detail, even at such a young age. Different family members tell me that I've been telling stories and making up plays, even before I could write. I was a tomboy, so there were stories about the misadventures of He-Man and Rambo. I'm an only child, so I had to entertain myself somehow.

As my hormones corrupted my body and teen angst took over, I wrote horribly morose poetry about stumbling over a tombstone with my name on it and other morbidly haunting things that made me think I was cool (I was wrong). As I grew up and discovered boys (and how much they sucked) I started writing romance because I figured that if real life wasn't going to go my way, I was going to create worlds where I was God. My tag line was that if I wasn't going to get any romance, my characters might as well get some.

I got serious with it when I was about 19 years old. When I say serious, I mean that's when I decided that I wanted to get published. I started reading up on how to craft likable characters; how to create plots with beginnings that hooked the readers; how to create black moments that kept them wanting more; and how to write endings that left them satisfied.

Where do you get your ideas from, other than where you just stated?

Well, there are actually several answers to that question. There have been a couple of poorly written books that I have read and said to myself, “If it were done this way, it would have been so much better,” so I rewrote them my way. Furthermore, I have also gotten ideas from songs, either from the concept of songs or from a single lyric. I also get ideas from movies and television shows. In addition to that, my life has been pretty interesting, (so I’ve been told) and with the ideas from my experiences, I believe that I have enough for a few good novels or maybe a Life Time movie.

Are you working on anything right now?

I’m working on an interracial teen love story about two teenagers that aren't as different as they may seem on the outside. The working title is “Northern Lights,” and it is set in Mackinaw City, Michigan. I've been working on variations of it, since I was 19 years old. At first there were three of us writing on the series. The other two authors are now working on their own endeavors, but I've spent so much time on this one, that I owe it to the characters to see it through. After rereading it as adults, we had realized that we wanted it to be anti-Sweet Valley High because my friends and I had loved the Sweet Valley High series as we were growing up, and thought that would be a good angle.

Also, my boyfriend, Kinte, and I work jointly on creations at, which is an adult fiction and fantasy site where authors hold story contests and are on the lookout for new and exciting ideas. I’ve got a few stories in the works that are Kinte’s ideas, but I write them out.

Was there a specific incident or reason that got you to start writing?

Honestly, it was due to being an only child. I read so much and so quickly that I was driving my dad nuts with saying, "I'm bored," all the time, so he'd make me write book reports about what I read. Luckily for him, even at ages 6 and 7, I was weird and liked doing them. Then, as a teenager, writing became an outlet to express my feelings. I wrote what I didn't feel like I could say. To this day, when I have something to say, I'll write it out before I say it, because it's easier for me to put it on paper first.

I started writing interracial romance because they tell you to write what you know. There's not a lot of it out there, and it's still a new market. I like being different.

Here’s a good question. Who are your heroes?

That’s easy. I have a 14 year old cousin who has Cystic Fibrosis. Every time I think life has given me more than I can handle, I think about Emma and how she takes on everything with a smile on her face. From the minute that girl was born, she's taught me more than I could have ever learned on my own.

She sounds remarkable and she’s a very worthy hero! Here’s a special shout-out to Emma:

“Hey there, Emma! How are you, girlfriend?”

My next question is about the actual writing of your stories. How do you set up your stories? In other words, do you use outlines, such as character sheets and plot work sheets, or do you just write and then keep on going?

At the start of every story, I write down a list that usually looks like this:

1. Do main characters’ character sheets
2. Figure out beginning
3. Figure out black moment
4. Figure out ending
5. Do secondary character sheets
6. Brain-storm scenes
7. Put scenes in order
8. Type all this stuff up

I do character sheets more than I do plot worksheets, although I have started doing plot worksheets. I actually like knowing what flavor ice cream my character likes. I write romance, so at some point, they're going to break up, and then she's going to drown her sorrows—that might come up. I have a few other character sheets that I've drafted on my own, that I do. I also will write mundane scenes with my characters at the store or short interactions between the main characters or their friends just so I'll get to really know them. I try to make sure I know the characters as well as I know myself, so that by the time I start, the story practically writes itself.
I have neck problems, so nine times out of ten, I usually end up writing things out in a notebook first, and then I type things out in another notebook. Old habits die hard.

When I’m writing, I usually have to have complete silence in order to concentrate. Are you the same or do you listen to music while you’re writing?

It really depends on my mood. Normally I can't really listen to dance, up-beat type stuff because I'll end up chair-dancing and entertaining myself. I live by myself; I tend to crack myself up. I guess I'm sort of weird because if I'm really into a scene, I don't necessarily know what song's playing, but if the wrong song's on, it snaps me out of the moment. I usually can't listen to anything too hard when I'm writing, like Ludacris; his music makes you want to slap somebody. I'm a big country fan, but I usually can't listen to it unless it's Little Texas, because Little Texas cures all ailments. It's usually hip hop or bands like Nickelback, 3 Doors Down and Matchbox Twenty.

What writing resources do you use?

When I need motivation, I use Write or Die from the website. It's a program that helps motivate you to write by enforcing consequences if you don’t meet your self-imposed goals for writing. When I need help with words, I use the Rhyme Zone, which is a rhyming dictionary and thesaurus. For prompts and help on writer's block, I use a book called, “Outwitting Writers' Block: And Other Problems of the Pen” by Jenna Glatzer.

To keep myself motivated, I’m a member of several writing communities on, one of which I actively participate in called the National Novel Writing Year (NNWY) and the SummerWrite Writing Challenge that you are in, also. However, I would have to say that my biggest resource would have to be the Creative Writing Podcast.

Where can we find The Creative Writing Podcast (CWP)?

You can find it on iTunes, Podcast Alley, Podomatic and it will be coming soon to Zune. You can also find it directly at their website, The Creative Writing Podcast.

Who is behind CWP?

Well, there are three people that officially run it. Kinte, my boyfriend, is the producer. He does the technical stuff, deals with the website, makes sure the podcasts come together right, and makes sure the forum runs smoothly. If there are holes in our manuscript for the show, he fixes them. Then, I’m the host, and a friend of ours named Sahar is the co-host. In short, Kinte makes sure that Sahar and I sound good, which makes the whole program sound professional. Sahar, the co-host, is probably the best decision we could have made to add life to CWP. She's an absolute gem and we are thrilled to have her as part of the CWP staff. There are a lot of friends of the CWP that come to talk in the forums for the podcasts and answer our writing challenges.

What is the mission statement of the CWP?

Our goal is to showcase independent writers and give them a chance to shine. We want to bring writers together in a “ginormous” community so we can learn from each other and help each other out.

I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you better, Connie, and I hope you’ll come back and visit me again some time.

I’d like that.

Before we sign off, do you have any advice that you’d like to pass on to other writers that you think may help them?

Yes, I would say to read as much as you can, and not just in your own genre. Read the classics as well as what's current. Read to see what to do as well as what not to do.

Write for yourself. There's always going to be someone out there that doesn't like what you write, but if writing is what you really want to do, then don't let them stop you. If your grammar isn't perfect, if your spelling isn't all that great, you can get over that. Write for you, not anybody else.

One of the most important pieces of advice that my best male friend told me when I told him I was going to get serious about writing (he was an English major at the time, working on becoming a screen writer) is to read up on all the rules of characters, plot, and how to set things up. You can choose to break from them after that point if you want, but it's important to know them first.

Thanks very much for spending time with us, Connie. Good luck with your work at CWP and on your anti-Sweet Valley High novel, “Northern Lights.” We look forward to hearing that you’ve been published soon!

(Anyone that wishes to contact Connie Wilson or follow her progress, can reach her directly through the Creative Writing Podcast.)

Until next time...stay safe, stay well, and may God bless you all.


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Cynde's Daybook ~and~ Usurper Exposed. Thank you!

Monday, May 4, 2009

"Official Teddy Bear Book Announcement!"

According to the "Official Teddy Bear Book," something of momentous importance has occurred in the world of Teddy bears and babies! Would you like to hear what it is?

It's so exciting! Are you ready?

Well, here is what happened:

At 3:15 a.m. on Saturday, 02 May 2009, our grandson, Noah Christian Hammond, was born! He weighed 7 lbs. 9 ozs.; he was 20 inches long; and he has a head full of medium-dark brown hair. He is a perfect cross between his beautiful mom and his handsome dad, plus he also looks just like his grandpa, Dion, too. He's a "Hammond," through and through! We're so blessed and happy!

Noah is one of the most beautiful babies that I have ever seen in my entire life! Here, take a look and judge for yourself:

I fell in love with him the moment I laid eyes on him! He is so precious, don't you agree?

He's such a cutie pie!

I'll be posting more photos as soon as I get them. You know how fast these little guys grow up. I just hope he doesn't grow up too fast because I'd like the chance to enjoy some time with him before he goes off to college!

Until next time...stay safe, stay well, and may God bless you all.


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Cynde's Daybook ~and~ Usurper Exposed. Thank you!