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Weekly Writing Challenge: Mind the Gap


How do you prefer to read, with an eReader  like a Kindle or Nook, or with an old school paperback in hand?


I would approach the bookcase slowly, with wonderment; reaching out, gently caressing them as I walk up and down the rows. Stopping here and there to examine the older ones a little more closely. They have a smell about them, like nothing else. Old paper and leather, an aromatic scent only a book lover can enjoy.

Enjoying my eReader, sitting on this sofa? I don’t think so.

 To me, books are far more than the written word, they are pieces of art I can touch, smell, and connect with. I love being able to feel the book, look at it, especially if it has an eye-catching design on the cover.

As much as I love the idea of modern conveniences, such as an eReader, I just don’t like using them. I’ve tried; paid the money, downloaded the book, read a few pages and quit. Regretting that I hadn’t paid the extra and purchased the real thing.

Being able to access hundreds, thousands of books, without having to physically search for them, amazing. The modern world makes reading a book, effortless, and boring.

They certainly have their place in this modern world, but I won’t be curling up with one any time soon.


Writing Challenge: the Devil is in the Details

Writing Challenge: the Devil is in the Details

Your challenge this week is to practice your powers of observation. Take any person, place, or event, and write three paragraphs describing your subject in great detail.

The powers of observation, isn’t this what spies are supposed to be good at?

Nothing quite so dramatic going on here, but I do have occasional thoughts of wearing an invisibility cloak, and seeing what mischief I can get into.

If you were to peek into my world and catch a glimpse of me writing, you would likely think it is a messy and chaotic scene, with a bit of whimsy thrown in for good measure.

I have always been the type of person who enjoys being surrounded by mementos, and odd ball items that take me back to a different moment in time. Everything I see gives me energy; I see snippets of information, and pictures of moments gone by. For me, it is like my mind is the main frame that never shuts down, so it’s always a challenge to filter out what I want to write about.

me puter 2 002At times I seem to be easily distracted, perhaps it’s my own undoing, given my random surroundings, but it is me. To my right on the desk is a photo of Prince Paul and I on our wedding day, it is a constant reminder that I am loved for who I am.

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To my left is my friend Charlie Brown, a jar with random crap, including an old railroad spike. I told you I was random, and the rock that says Home Sweet Home, which hubby gave to me on our first date. I remember watching Chuck Brown as a kid, and fell in love with him. My childhood was a good one, I like thinking about it.

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The desk I sit at is quite large, the shelf above my head also has a collection going on, including the old Sunbeam mixer my favorite granny used. I look up at it and think about her, and the things she used to make. I wish I could go back in time and watch her. She was a tiny woman who loved her grand kids.

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Molly was quite the character.

The old mixer still runs, but has seen better days.

The old mixer still runs, but has seen better days.








My desk sits in the dining room, we live in a two bedroom condo, so space is limited. To the far left I look at the book-case. Home organizers would have a heart attack trying to help me out. :0)

writing challenge 006Behind me is the kitchen, I can hear the refrigerator humming and making way too much noise, but the distraction it makes is still no match for the chocolate cookies I made this afternoon. They keep calling to me, and I’ve had way too many. Dark chocolate, gluten-free, very, very tasty. If you’d like the recipe let me know.

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Well, I guess I cheated because I added photos, and did more than three paragraphs. Maybe I’m just not cut out for the espionage thing.