tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34171826137658349102024-03-14T02:04:56.391-07:00O' about that... Orlando RamosHelping you stay in your write mind...Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-89622468513565574232016-01-11T16:23:00.000-08:002016-01-11T17:08:22.147-08:00Can I Get In On This?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Most people think faith only works for those who are really good, for those who are really close to God. Although it does help to be close to God it is however, not a requirement for faith. All you need is the faith of a mustard seed. So if your question is "Can I get in on this too?" the answer is yes. I bet you're wondering how this works then. Let me explain it to you.</div>
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Proverbs 10:22 NKJV</div>
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The blessing of the Lord makes one rich, and He adds no sorrow with it.</div>
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It is not painful or difficult to be blessed by God. He wants you to enjoy life. God is not looking to ruin your day. He is not out to get you and, most important of all, he is not setting you up to fail. Most people think he just wants to punish us. Contrary to that, he wants to bless an protect you. I know that many lesson from our childhood gave us the impression that God punished us at every turn for every little tiny thing. If that were the case no one would ever have a good life. You are not the only one who makes mistakes, we all do. God wants you to understand that he wants to bless you. If all he did was punish you, then who would love God? Who is perfect all the time? Who is without sin? He himself state:</div>
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If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!</div>
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Notice he does not say to those who are spiritual giants, or exceedingly holy, or anything else like that. It simply states "to those who ask him." He will not discriminate. He will provide your desires. Notice the previous verse where Jesus states:</div>
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Matthew 7:8 NIV</div>
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For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.</div>
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Use that faith of yours and knock, ask and, look to get in on this.<br />
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Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-63035696453013467542016-01-01T10:50:00.000-08:002016-01-05T16:37:57.616-08:00! Warning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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expectations and rightfully so. I have great expectations myself and I’m
looking forward to a great year. Now in my continuation of teaching how to move
into a better life I now need to bring you the areas of thinking to stay away
from. Many people want to win the lottery and get rich some kind a way. Yes, I
used a little bit of slang there, it’s okay. In my last lesson I stated that
the sky is the limit. Yes, you can achieve anything you want and obtain as much
money as you desire. The idea is to live a better life. The life God intended
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warning signs of falling into idolatry. It wasn’t making any sense to me
because I love God and I don’t have any intentions to worship any other. I’m
nowhere near the idea of idolatry. So I ignored it. I have this warning many
years ago and the same thing happened then. I ignored it because it just wasn’t
making sense in my head. This time I decided to ask God what was he trying to
tell me. Yes, God does listen and he answers. The next day during my bible
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death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual
immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is
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focus here is in the last words: and greed which is idolatry. I first read this
in the King James version which states and “covetousness, which is
idolatry.” So I decided to look up the word covetousness. My favorite
definition from the dictionary was; having a craving for possession because
it’s so simple. You would never think there is anything wrong with wanted good
things. I’m I recanting my lessons or contradicting myself? No, I am not. Let
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lack of restraint and often of discrimination in desire <i><greedy for
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people want to acquire in order to throw it into their oppressor’s face.
Oppressor, you know, the ones who you feel look down on you, make fun of you,
ridicule you etc... you see the importance here has now shifted into revenge
without us even realizing it. They do oppress us, look down on us, and talk bad
about us behind our backs. I’m not saying that is not happening. What I am saying
is the concept of getting even with them is a trap that comes from fear and
directs us into a pit of anger, frustration, and hate. Essentially we become
like the very people we dislike. Ooh… that’s a bad taste in your mouth, isn’t
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money will do to you. In order to explain that let me explain why the verse
states that greed is idolatry. Idolatry is known as the worship of other gods.
What’s money got to do with that? Money entitles its possessor with power and
power corrupts. “I have my mind on my money and my money on my mind” means you
desire it to the point of loving it more than anything. It becomes your god.
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is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from
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make note that it’s not money but, the love of money that brings evil. When you
begin thinking, you have to have it. That’s when everything begins to go wrong.
It’s like the ring from the “Lord of The Rings.” The desire to have more
consumes you and you don’t even realize what’s happening to you. In fact, take
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laughter, wine makes life merry, and money is the answer for
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money was wrong no one on earth would have forgiveness of sin because no matter
how little of it you may have, everyone has money. The danger is greed, and the
love of money. Wanting more just for the sake of having it is the problem.
Desire what you need to obtain a happy life but not to obtain a higher status
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don’t lie to yourself saying you want more money to give more to the poor. It’s
not how much you give to the poor that matters. It’s the desire in your heart
to help someone in need. I’ve heard preachers say: I want you to get more so
you can give more to the church. What they are really saying is, so you can
give him more. Make no mistake, when you hear someone say those words, run.
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Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-62862730780335658452015-12-21T16:49:00.000-08:002016-01-07T11:49:50.399-08:00Christmas Joy<div style="text-align: center;">
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It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. 25 When his disciples heard it, they were greatly astonished, saying, "Who then can be saved?" He replied 26 "with God all things are possible."</div>
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The first thing you need to learn and understand is, you can become what you want, and obtain everything you want. The only thing that prevents you from having all the things you want is your disbelieve. You can do all things. You can obtain all you want. Believe you can and you will.</div>
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The issue is we don't think we deserve it. All our insecurities prevent us from obtaining God's gifts. To receive God's gift you have to believe that he will do it. You have to begin training your mind to believe in God. To trust he wants to do these things for you. That nothing he does for us is based on what we deserve. All that God provides is based on grace. Even when we don't deserve it he is willing to prove his love for us. God wants you to succeed and live well. He has put everything under your feet, which means you rule over everything. Everything is at your disposal, all you need is to ask.</div>
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What is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you visit him? 5 For you have made him a little lower than the angels and you have crowned him with glory and honor. 6 You have made him to have dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet.</div>
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Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-64081143083782088812015-12-15T17:55:00.000-08:002016-01-07T10:36:59.548-08:00Sky is the limit<div style="text-align: center;">
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Okay so, Christmas is here and many people end up not getting what they really want. The first reason is because they spend most of their money on gifts for others. The other reason is they are not good at giving hints to their loved ones as to what they want or need so they end up getting a lot of what they don't need and don't know what to do with. One good thing to keep in mind is knowing that it's okay to let people know what you want. It's also a good idea to ask what they want. I know that everyone feels it takes the surprise out of the entire event. however, consider this. When you were a child you were instructed to tell Santa what you wanted for Christmas. This is the same concept. The only difference is I believe in asking God who will provide what you need and not Santa Clause, but that's just my two cents worth.</div>
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Yes, I do understand that Christmas is all about thinking of the needs of others. It is a beautiful thing to assist others with their needs and see the happiness in their faces. It truly does fill you with joy to see other blessed by your actions and efforts. I just want you to understand that you don't have to put yourself out of the equation when it comes to happiness. Yes, make others happy with your gifts but, consider yourself in the gift giving plans. When I was a child my older brother taught me this concept. He explained to me that every year he would purchase a gift for himself that he knew no one else would purchase for him. that way he got what he wanted for Christmas. I have also learned that it is okay to let others know what you would like to get for Christmas when they ask you. There is nothing wrong with letting your loved ones know what your desires are. If it's something too extravagant then put it on your list of things to get for yourself.</div>
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Here's what this is truly all about. I hear you saying, "I can't afford to spend my money like that. How can I get these things if I can't afford them?" This is where I have the issue. We teach our children to believe in a Santa Clause but, we have trouble believing in God. There is a lot of talk about The Secret and other positive teachings. This is similar. The only difference is that my lessons have been around since the time of Jesus. </div>
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God has no issues proving himself to you. Sometimes it's all in asking the right question the right way and knowing how and when you can expect an answer. This is simply an introduction to my version of what some call The Secret and others teach about positive thinking. This is a lesson in faith which is all the previously mentioned without the disguise. </div>
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My intentions are to teach you how to acquire the things you need and desire. How to live life to the fullest. To enjoy your life becoming the happiest you've every been. The sky is the limit. </div>
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Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-7659285943854566552015-11-09T07:00:00.000-08:002016-01-07T10:53:57.849-08:00Faith Is Not A Secret<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've researched the Secret and most of it's instructions on how to improve your way of life. I'm taking a slightly different turn to that because this is how I've experienced it in my life. I have however researched all the instructions they provide and found that this is nothing new. We have been teaching these things for years. I will admit that most of the people who have taught this have not gone into details allowing its listeners to be divert into different directions. I intent to bring together with full details all the aspects of faith back into view demonstrating how it works to improve all areas of your life.<br />
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The first misconception is that faith is a secret that only some people can have but it's not for everyone. A gift granted to only some people. Everybody can speak but, not everybody is a public speaker. Everybody can write but, not everybody is an author or a writer. Everyone believes in something. You can learn to use that same believe to achieve the desires of your life. To get out of a bad situation and create a better life for yourself. You may not be a public speaker but you can learn to be if that's what you want to do.</div>
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You can give someone five thousand dollars and they will blow all of it in a year. You can give the same amount to another person and they will use it to start a business that will make them very successful. You can also give the same amount to another person and they will start a business and become a millionaire. It's all based on what you choose to do with what you're given. some people just have that natural innate ability to succeed. That doesn't mean you can't learn how to do it. some people have that natural innate ability to believe. That does not mean you can't learn how to do it either.</div>
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Let's take the person who blew all his money. He could have studied and researched until he was able to accomplish as much as one of the other two. I've had several friends who never went past high school but are very wealthy. Some people are self taught and become successful. Other people study in college and become successful. The first step is to know what you want to do. Then research what it will take to make it happen, right? It's not that cut and dry sometimes, as you may very well know. Two people can be in love and still not be able to make the relationship work. Sometimes you need a little more help to make things work. </div>
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Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-18913970402139718942015-03-09T18:55:00.001-07:002016-01-07T11:33:12.362-08:00The Love of Money<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If anyone teaches otherwise and does not consent to wholesome words, even the words of our Lord Jesus Christ, and to the doctrine which accords with godliness, [4] he is proud, knowing nothing, but is obsessed with disputes and arguments over words, from which come envy, strife, reviling, evil suspicions, [5] useless wranglings of men of corrupt minds and destitute of the truth, who suppose that godliness is a means of gain. From such withdraw yourse [6] Now godliness with contentment is great gain. [7] For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [8] And having food and clothing, with these we shall be content. [9] But those who desire to be rich fall into temptation and a snare, and into many foolish and harmful lusts which drown men in destruction and perdition. [10] For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, for which some have strayed from the faith in their greediness, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.</div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">There are many truths in much of the teachings concerning faith and provision being taught these days, which many refer to as prosperity teaching however, please be careful. Many, as stated on the scripture above, have twisted God's word for profit giving Christianity and God's word a bad rep.</span></div>
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A feast is made for laughter, And wine makes merry; But money answers everything.</div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I'm sure many of you have heard the phrase, "I have my mind on my money, and my money on my mind, and, Get rich or die trying." You must admit that without money you can't eat, pay rent or mortgage, or buy clothes. These are the essentials of life and you know you want a little more than just the essentials. Is that a sin? No. The sin comes into play when we want more than what is necessary like the first statements in this paragraph. When you HAVE to have a five hundred thousand dollar home but you can only afford a hundred thousand dollar home. The same with a vehicles, clothing, jewelry and much more. These desires are a product of envy, greed, lust, pride, and arrogance.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Is it a sin to strive for a good education in order to obtain a career? No. Is it a sin to seek lucrative employment? No. Many of God's children in the scripture were wealthy, such as Moses, Abraham, king David, King Solomon, Job etc... Many were nobles, princes, and yes, many were poor as well. The problem is not money, it's the "love" of money as clearly stated in the first verse we read.</span></span></div>
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Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. [2] And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. [3] And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.</div>
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Beloved, let us love one another, for love is of God; and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. [8] He who does not love does not know God, for God is love.</div>
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If anyone teaches otherwise and does not consent to wholesome words, even the words of our Lord Jesus Christ, and to the doctrine which accords with godliness, [4] he is proud, knowing nothing, but is obsessed with disputes and arguments over words, from which come envy, strife, reviling, evil suspicions, [5] useless wranglings of men of corrupt minds and destitute of the truth, who suppose that godliness is a means of gain. From such withdraw yourself.</div>
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<br />Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-86205928835771288422014-11-28T17:19:00.007-08:002016-01-07T11:34:07.367-08:00Happy Humpty<br />
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Some people believe Satan the deceiver is the reason of all their confusion causing them to make the wrong choices in life. Others blame haters for criticizing all their choices right or wrong making them miserable. Some blame previous lovers for all their pain. Consider with me if you will, that it's all of our own doing. I mean, yes, maybe Satan confused you into choosing the wrong lover and the haters criticized you but maybe, just maybe you knew what you wanted and went for it. Isn't that what life is about? I'll be the first to admit that you don't always get what you want or how you want </div>
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Just like Humpty Dumpty many have fallen and they feel like no one can put them back together again. Like zombies from the walking dead they grumble and complain feeling angry at the world but refusing help of any kind because they want what they want, that ex-lover that continues to inflict pain in their lives. Please learn and come to the realization that you cannot change people. Only God can and he has issues with them as well. I know all about pain, believe me. I know about that inaudible voice inside your head saying you'll never find love again, you're not good enough, not attractive enough, or intelligent enough, to get someone who will love you.</div>
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I'm speaking of what I know and experienced, you can pull yourself out of that pit of pain. First you have to know that your happiness is not contingent on a lover, money, or possessions. Being happy is about choosing to do so. Decide that you will be happy living the life you want and go live it. A lover, money, and possessions are products of happiness. That's right, most people have it backwards and that is why they struggle. Don't just settle for any lover, wait for the perfect one you want, and yes you can date until you find them but, meanwhile love the friends that love you, laugh a lot, and most importantly "LIVE" don't just exist.</div>
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I have noticed, from friends and family, that many people are suffering through relationship breakups. Many are getting through their pain with hate while others allow insecurities and low self-esteem to take over their emotions. What we are not seeing is the true problem. The problem is not that it's his fault or her fault, not to say that either in the relationship is at fault, because "fault" is not the problem. The true problem is knowledge. Situations like these will always teach you what to look for in future relationships and what "red flags" not to ignore.<br />
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Everyone in this life wants happiness, love, to laugh, feel proud about themselves, and enjoy this life. However most people believe these things can only be achieved by partnering with a lover and that is not the case. These things are achieved when we know what we want and set a goal to acquire them. A lover is only one of the things on our list. If your list begins with "someone to make me happy" you've already gone down the wrong path. You can only find someone to make you happy if you're already happy. "If I'm already happy then I don't need someone" EXACTLY! You see, when you're happy, you attract people who are also happy. When you are miserable happy people don't feel comfortable around you. That includes potential lovers. That leave only miserable people to pick from. How can someone miserable make you happy? On the other hand, if you're happy miserable people don't feel comfortable around you. If you don't like happy people, that should tell you something.<br />
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This is my suggestion and believe me I hate to do this kind of things myself however, it actually works. Sit down and write everything you want out of life. The kind of work you want to do, the kind of place you want to live in, the kind of car you would like to drive, the kind of home you would like to live in, the TV, sofas, bed, curtains, etc... and yes the man/woman, but lets get to that one later. Right now you can begin acquiring the small things like curtains, TV, and possibly even what kind of car you want. Maybe not all at once but, little by little. Start with the curtains and every time you look at them say to yourself, "If I got these, I can get a TV." With a little more work and saving in time you'll acquire that TV you've always wanted and, when you watch it say to yourself, "If I was able to get this, then I can get that car I want." As you continue acquire each desire feel good about your accomplishments and happy about your life.</div>
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If you have someone in your life that has nothing in common with you, that friendship is not by choice but rather by obligation. There is nothing wrong with having friends with whom you have nothing in common with but, they are usually not close friends. They are usually acquaintances and you can never have too many of those but, they don't influence your life. An individual's personality can be completely different from yours while their likes and dislikes are the same and vice versa. More important than personality is commonality because you have a ground to stand on. While having the same personality will be detrimental to your relationship. If you have two people with strong attitudes they will always fight and two people with submissive attitudes will be miserable because they can 't express their feelings so they will eventually run away. Always reach for what you want, and...</div>
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<br />Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-69752773810807744792011-09-02T12:33:00.000-07:002011-09-02T12:33:48.335-07:00All work and no play?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_roSUt5bTM/TmEuEuRZByI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L3bAUqjme5Q/s1600/vacation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_roSUt5bTM/TmEuEuRZByI/AAAAAAAAAHU/L3bAUqjme5Q/s320/vacation.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">We work hard not only to gratify our desire of accomplishments, but also to provide for our families. If you obtain all that you desire but have no one to share it with, what would the point be? If you disagree with me and feel that life alone is the best life that is fine. Please explain that to me because I don't understand it.</div><a name='more'></a> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Share the best moments of your life with your loved ones. If all you do is work, and you never have a moment to share with your loved ones, or a memory to create, then it's just another reason to feel sad and lonely.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1F9ar0GU0k/TmEvSqU01DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uNuMqJNK47o/s1600/vacation-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o1F9ar0GU0k/TmEvSqU01DI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uNuMqJNK47o/s320/vacation-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Don't continue to wait for the perfect time in your life when you will have all the money you need and the time to contribute to your family. That is a trap. You will never have the perfect time or enough money. The time is now before you lose it. The bills will always be there they will never go away.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sacrifice a little every pay period to put away for your vacation time. If possible, pay it upfront with your tax returns. Don't let situations in life stop you from taking that time away with your family. This time away from stress will clear your mind, relax your body, and allow happiness in your life. When you have these things, it will clear your mind for fresh ideas to write about. In fact, I've used my vacation photos as inspiration for fresh new ideas to write about. People I met as characters in my stories.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Give yourself a break. Go have a love affair with your spouse. I know I am. We started a four-day getaway for the two of us. I will return Tuesday. The memories of my last vacation are sparking incredibly good emotions right now as I'm writing this. Take a vacation.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-28141733867899796642011-08-30T15:58:00.000-07:002011-08-30T15:58:59.846-07:00Skill or Spill<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VDGedvgByY/Tl1qopAFh_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/kY7Z0hDv0Ns/s1600/leonardo-da-vinci-paintings-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_VDGedvgByY/Tl1qopAFh_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/kY7Z0hDv0Ns/s320/leonardo-da-vinci-paintings-001.jpg" width="264" /></a></div>Do you write with skill or with crayons from once upon a time?<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I've heard that necessity is the mother of invention, and I wondered if that is also true in writing. Do you find that writing about pain and suffering is easier when you're dealing with your own pain? How about laughter, do you find it comfortable to write of a comedy scene while you're in the midst of happiness?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you actually wait for these emotions your writing will take forever to be completed. However, if you tap into your painful past when writing that might help. To some that would awaken feelings you want to keep stashed away, in which case you can borrow the emotions from someone else. Use the pain from one of your favorite authors to feel the emotions you need and then project them on your page. Please keep in mind you are not plagiarizing someone else's writing, but rather the emotion you felt when you read it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You don't have to be a tortured soul to write about pain. But, you do have to understand its force, its complexity, and most of all how it affects everyone around the person who is in pain. I don't have to go out and kill someone to write about murder, but I do have to understand the reason why someone would murder. If your writing does not come from a real place, everyone who reads it will know it's fake.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A picture of a beautiful meadow is nice, but a painting of a beautiful meadow is more inspiring. The picture is more exact than the painting, but the painting takes a great level of skill with your hands. A pictured takes a great level of skill with understanding light, camera equipment, and the position from which the picture was taken. Is one a greater piece of art than the other? No, I don't believe that to be true. Nonetheless, you can't compare my ability to connect the dots with a crayon to either a skillfully done painting or picture. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On the other hand, I don't have to go to college to learn how to paint. College is another tool I can use. Leonardo Da Vinci became a genius in more than one field. He <span style="color: black;"><a href="http://www.leonardo-da-vinci-biography.com/">mastered subjects as diverse as surgical anatomy, cartography, archaeology and engineering to botany.</a> </span>College will only permit you to study one subject at a time with possibly a minor in another subject. In our current society, if you have not obtained a college degree majoring in one subject, you are still in limbo. I have several friends who have been in college for six years or more and have no major degree. This is because they only take the classes they desire to study rather than required classes for a degree.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have you noticed how often sex is used to sell a product? Consider the sexy book covers. Comic books are riddled with huge muscular men and fall to your knees sexy females. What about movies and TV shows? Some people consider it sexist, but it's not just females anymore. Now they use male as well as females sex symbols. Gyms are capitalizing from the new idealism. Everyone is now lifting weights, dieting, and joining all types of aerobics classes.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Don't get me wrong I believe in healthy living. I also think everyone should look as good as they desire. However, I do know there are limits we all should live by. Once we abuse those limits, in any direction, we damage our own bodies and break the laws of nature. Too much is still too much. But that is not what my blog is about.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Yesterday, I randomly asked this question on twitter and got a very good response. Actually, my question was; does sex sell, or does quality? The first response I got back said quality sex sells. The second explained saying sex sells but quality keeps them coming back. I want to thank all my twitter friends for a great laugh while having this conversation yesterday. For those of you who did not get in on that conversation, you have the opportunity to convey your thoughts on the subject here.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAe6F12zuRw/Tle4UhXa02I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DkFoHf7hw5c/s1600/Superman_All_Star_by_kryptonian_fan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAe6F12zuRw/Tle4UhXa02I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DkFoHf7hw5c/s320/Superman_All_Star_by_kryptonian_fan.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Is it going to far when you use sex to sell your books, comic books, movie scripts, or any other media? Now I'm not talking about erotica, although I entertained the idea for a few seconds. Those that write erotic novels do so not because they are an easy sell. They do so because they feel a passion for that type of writing. And correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't feel that erotic books are easier to sell than any other genre.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">I write science fiction and let's face it; this genre does not make the best sellers list very often. But it's what I love to read, and therefore, write about. Here lies the question. Would a picture of planets, stars, or spaceships sell more than a beautiful female and muscular male on the cover? It may even capture the attention of people who like other genres. Ah… but would they be happy after reading it if they found no love scenes in the book? Okay… then put a love scene or two in the book. The fact is any story regardless if it's a thriller, adventure, sci-fi, family drama, murder mystery, or any other, will still need a love connection in it. I've seen movies where even androids or robots fall in love, or someone falls in love with them.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<strong><a href="http://www.tglong.com/bsfad/terri/"><img alt="" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-1418" height="240" src="http://www.tglong.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/ILW-Cover-Rev-7-11-Thumbnail-193x300.jpg" title="New Book Cover" width="154" /></a>About <em>In Leah’s Wake</em></strong>: The Tyler family had the perfect life – until sixteen-year-old Leah decided she didn’t want to be perfect anymore. While Zoe and Will fight to save their daughter from destroying her brilliant future, Leah’s younger sister, Justine, must cope with the damage her out-of-control sibling leaves in her wake. Will this family survive? What happens when love just isn’t enough? Jodi Picoult fans will love this beautifully written and absorbing novel.<br />
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<h3>An excerpt from <em>In Leah's Wake</em></h3><em>The prologue and first chapter</em><br />
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<a href="http://www.tglong.com/blog/bsfad/terri/"><img alt="" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-1418" height="302" src="http://www.tglong.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/ILW-Cover-Rev-7-11-Thumbnail-e1312389081282.jpg" title="New Book Cover" width="195" /></a>"<em>. . . little heart of mine, believe me, everyone is really responsible to all men for all men and for everything. I don</em>'<em>t know how to explain it to you, but I feel it is so, painfully even. And how is it we went on living, getting angry and not knowing?</em>"<br />
<div align="right">Fyodor Dostoevsky</div><div align="right"><em>The Grand Inquisitor</em></div><strong>Prologue</strong><br />
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<em>March</em><br />
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Justine strikes a pose before the full-length mirror hanging on her closet door. Chin up, hands by her sides. She draws a breath. “My dear. . .” she begins, and stops mid-sentence. Wrinkles her nose. She’s got it all wrong. She’s too—Too <em>stiff</em>. Too grownup. Too<em>some</em>thing.<br />
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She rakes her fingers over her short dark hair, sweeping the bangs out of her eyes, tugs at the hem of her pink baby-doll pajamas. She’s scheduled to deliver the candidates’ address at her Confirmation Mass this afternoon. When she learned, six months ago, that she had been selected speaker, Justine was ecstatic. Now, the very idea of standing in front of the whole congregation, telling hundreds, maybe thousands, of people how she’s learned from her own family what it means to be part of God’s larger family makes her sick to her stomach.<br />
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She has no choice. She made a commitment.<br />
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She folds her hands primly, setting them at chest height on her imaginary podium, glances at her cheat sheet, rolls her lower face into a smile, and begins again. “My fellow Confirmation candidates,” she says this time. Justine crumples the paper, tosses it onto her bed.<em> My fellow Confirmation candidates</em>. What a<em> dork</em>. She sounds about twenty, instead of thirteen.<br />
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She screws up her face. “I can’t do this,” she says, wagging a finger at the girl watching her from the mirror. She would feel like a hypocrite.<br />
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Justine plods to the bathroom, pees, pads back to her bedroom. The forecasters are predicting snow, starting later today. A dismal gray stratus hangs over her skylight. Her room is dark, the air raw. Her sister’s blue and gold Cortland High sweatshirt lies in a heap at the foot of her bed. Justine pulls the sweatshirt over her head, retrieves the balled-up paper. With the back of her hand, she flattens it out, and returns to the mirror to practice.<br />
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As always, on first glance, the girl in the mirror takes Justine by surprise. She’s grown two inches since Christmas, isn’t chubby anymore, her belly flat, the clavicle bones visible now at the base of her throat. She pushes her bangs out of her pale, darkly fringed eyes. With her fingertips, she touches her cheeks. Her features have matured, her nose long and straight, like her mother’s, her cheekbones defined. She curls and uncurls her toes. She wears a size six shoe, a size and a half smaller than Leah. Her toes are long and slim, the nails painted blue.<br />
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Justine crushes the sheet of paper, tosses it in the trash, strolls to her window, raises the honeycomb shade. Spring feels a long way away, the yard empty, the trees bare. A rush of cold air streams in, under the sash. The air smells of snow. Justine presses her hand against the cool glass, the way she and her sister used to do on the windshield of their father’s car, when they were small. <em>Stop, </em>their father would scold. <em>You</em>’<em>re making a mess</em>. She smiles, remembering how Leah loved egging him on. She pulls her hand away from the glass, watches her prints disappear.<br />
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Justine wishes, sometimes, that she could disappear, too. <em>Poof</em>, just like the handprint.<br />
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<em>Poof</em>, just like her sister.<br />
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<strong>Chapter One: </strong><strong>Just Do It</strong><br />
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<em>September</em><br />
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Zoe and Will Tyler sat at the dining room table, playing poker. The table, a nineteenth-century, hand-carved mahogany, faced the bay window overlooking their sprawling front yard. Husband and wife sat facing one another, a bowl of Tostitos and a half-empty bottle of port positioned between them. Their favorite Van Morrison disc—<em>Tupelo Honey</em>—spun on the player in the family room, the music drifting out of speakers built into the dining room walls.<br />
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Dog, their old yellow Lab, lay on a ratty pink baby blanket, under the window.<br />
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Zoe plucked the Queen of Hearts from the outside of her hand, and tucked it center. She was holding a straight. If she laid it down, she would win the hand, third in a row, and her husband would quit. If she didn’t, she would be cheating herself.<br />
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The moon was full tonight, its light casting a ghostly shadow across the yard. The full moon made Zoe anxious. For one of her internships in grad school, she’d worked on the psych ward at City Hospital, in Boston. On nights when the moon was full, the floor erupted, the patients noisy, agitated. Zoe’s superiors had pooh-poohed the lunar effect, chalked it up to irrationality, superstition. But Zoe had witnessed the flaring tempers, seen the commotion with her own two eyes, and found the effect impossible to deny—and nearly all the nurses concurred.<br />
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“Full moon,” she said. “I hadn’t noticed. No wonder I had trouble sleeping last night.”<br />
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Will set his empty glass on the table. With his fingers, he drummed an impatient tattoo. “You planning to take your turn any time soon? Be nice if we ended this game before midnight.”<br />
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“For Pete’s sake, Will.” Her husband had the attention span of a titmouse. He reminded her of Mick, a six year-old ADD patient she counseled—sweet kid, when he wasn’t ransacking her office, tossing the sand out of the turtle-shaped box, tweaking her African violets.<br />
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“What’s so funny?” he asked, sulking.<br />
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She shook her head—nothing, <em>Mick</em>—and forced a straight face.<br />
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“You’re laughing at me.”<br />
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“Don’t be silly. Why would I be laughing at you?”<br />
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He peered at his reflection in the window. Smirking, he finger-combed his baby-fine hair, pale, graying at the temples, carving a mini-pyramid at his crown.<br />
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“Nice do. Could use a little more gel,” she said, feeling mean-spirited the instant the words slipped out of her mouth. The poor guy was exhausted. He’d spent the week in California, on business, had flown into Logan this morning, on the red-eye. Though he had yet to fill her in on the details, it was obvious to her that his trip had not gone well. “Sorry,” she said. “Just kidding.” She fanned out her cards, hesitated for an instant, and laid down the straight.<br />
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“Congratulations.” Scowling, he pushed away from the table. “You win again.”<br />
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“Way to go, grumpy. Quit.”<br />
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“I’m getting water,” he said, tamping his hair. “Want some?”<br />
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Dog lifted her head, her gaze following Will to the door, yawned, and settled back down.<br />
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Her husband stomped across the kitchen, his footfall moving in the direction of the family room. The music stopped abruptly, and the opening chords of a Robbie Robertson tune belted out of the speakers. Zoe loved Robbie Robertson, “Showdown at Big Sky” one of her favorite songs. That didn’t mean that the entire state of Massachusetts wanted to hear it.<br />
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“Will,” she said, gesturing from the kitchen. “Turn it down. You’ll wake Justine.”<br />
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She waited a few seconds, caught his eye, gestured again. The third time was the charm.<br />
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Exasperated, she returned to the dining room, bundled the cards, put them away in the sideboard, and gathered the dishes. The toilet flushed in the half-bath off the back hall. Seconds later, she heard her husband rattling around the kitchen, slamming the cabinet doors. Last spring, Will had won a major contract for his company, North American Construction. Since then, he’d been back and forth nonstop to the West Coast, spending two weeks a month in San Francisco, servicing the client. Zoe hadn’t minded his traveling, at first. Over the past two years, with the glut of office and manufacturing space in the northeast, construction starts had dropped, and his sales had taken a serious hit, his commissions steadily dwindling. To compensate, initially they’d relied on their savings. In January, they’d remortgaged the house. When the California job arose, Will had jumped on the opportunity. He had no choice, especially with Leah headed to college next year. But the situation, lately, was brutal. Will hated traveling, hated flying, hated living out of a suitcase. And he resented missing Leah’s soccer games. Last November, as a sophomore, their daughter had been named Player of the Year on the<em>Boston Globe</em> All-Scholastic team. A week later, in his year-end summary, the sports reporter from the <em>Cortland Gazette </em>had called Leah the “best soccer player in the state.” The head coaches from the top colleges in the area—Harvard, Dartmouth, Boston College, BU—had sent congratulatory letters, expressing their interest. Will wanted to be home to guide her, meet the prospective coaches, help her sort through her options. Zoe didn’t blame her husband a bit. But it didn’t seem to occur to Will that his traveling disrupted her life, too. Last year, she’d developed a motivational seminar, called “Success Skills for Women on the Move.” Now that the girls were practically grown, the workshops were her babies. The extra workload at home, added to the demands of her fulltime job at the counseling center, left her with no time for marketing or promotion, and the workshops had stagnated. Zoe understood her husband’s frustration. It irked her when he minimized hers.<br />
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Will appeared in the doorway, a few minutes later, empty-handed. Will was tall, a hair shy of six-one. He’d played football in college, and, at forty-five, still had the broad shoulders and narrow waist of an athlete. Amazing, really: after eighteen years of marriage, she still found him achingly sexy. Crow’s feet creased the corners of his intelligent blue eyes and fine lines etched his cheekbones, giving his boyish features a look of intensity and purpose, qualities Zoe had recognized from the start but that only now, as he was aging, showed on his face.<br />
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After work, he’d changed into a pair of stonewashed jeans and a gray sweatshirt, worn soft, the words “Harvard Soccer Camp” screened in maroon lettering across the chest. Absently, he pushed up his sleeves, and peered around the room as though looking for something. “Zoe—” Normally, he called her Honey or Zo.<br />
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“I put the cards away.” She thumbed the sideboard. “You quit, remember?”<br />
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“Do you have any idea what time it is?”<br />
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She glanced at the cuckoo clock on the far wall. “Ten past eleven. So?”<br />
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“Where’s Leah?”<br />
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At the football game, with Cissy. “They’ve been going every week. Did you forget?”<br />
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“She ought to be home by now.”<br />
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“She’s only ten minutes late.” Their daughter was a junior in high school. They’d agreed, before school started this year, to extend her weekend curfew to eleven. “She’ll be here soon.”<br />
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Will stalked to the window, grumbling. Dog rose, and pressed her nose to the glass.<br />
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Their driveway, half the length of a soccer field, sloped down from the cul-de-sac, arced around the lawn, and straightened, ending in a turnaround at the foot of their three-car garage. In summer, the oak and birch trees bordering the property obscured their view. Now that most of the leaves had fallen, the headlights were visible as vehicles entered the circle.<br />
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“She has a game in the morning.” Will stretched his neck . His upper back had been bothering him lately, residual pain from an old football injury he’d suffered in college.<br />
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Zoe came up behind him, pushing Dog’s blanket aside with her foot, and squeezed his shoulders. “You’re tight.”<br />
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He dropped his chin. “From sleeping on the plane. Got to get one of those donut pillows.”<br />
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“You know Leah. She has no sense of time. I’ll bet they stopped for something to eat.”<br />
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“I can’t see why Hillary won’t set a curfew. Every other coach has one.”<br />
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“Relax, Will. It’s not that late. You’re blowing this out of proportion. Don’t you think?”<br />
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A flash of headlights caught their attention. An SUV entered the cul-de-sac, rounded the circle, its lights sweeping over the drive and across their lawn, and headed down the street.<br />
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Bending, Will ruffled Dog’s ears. “Reardon’s coming tomorrow, specifically to watch her. She plays like crap when she’s tired.”<br />
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The Harvard coach. She should have known. “So she doesn’t go to Harvard,” she said, a tired remark, fully aware of the comeback her words would elicit, “she’ll go someplace else.”<br />
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“There <em>is</em> no place else.”<br />
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No place that would give her the opportunities, the connections… <em>blah, blah, blah</em>. They’d been over this a million times. If their daughter had the slightest aspiration of going to Harvard, Zoe would do everything in her power to support her. As far as she could tell, the name Harvard had never graced Leah’s wish-list. It was a moot point, anyway. For the last two terms, Leah’s grades had been dropping. If she did apply for admission, she would probably be denied.<br />
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“Reardon has pull,” he offered, a weak rebuttal in Zoe’s opinion. “He’s been talking to Hillary about her. She can’t afford to blow this opportunity.”<br />
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Opportunity? <em>What </em>opportunity? “Face it, Will. She doesn’t want to go to Harvard.”<br />
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“If she plays her cards right, she can probably get a boat.”<br />
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Zoe opened her mouth, ready to blast him. He’d received a full football scholarship from Penn State, and dropped out of college. Was that what he wanted? A college drop-out in a couple years? Noticing the purple rings under his eyes, she held back. “You’re exhausted.” His plane had barely touched ground at Logan Airport when he was ordered to NAC’s corporate office in Waltham, for a marketing meeting. He hadn’t had time to stop home to change his clothes, never mind take a short nap. “Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll wait up.”<br />
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The look he returned implied that she’d lost it. “You think I could sleep?”<br />
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“For all we know, they had a flat.”<br />
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“She would have called.”<br />
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“So call her.” <em>Duh.</em><br />
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“I did. I got voice mail.”<br />
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<em>Shoot</em>. “You know Leah. Her battery probably died.” She was grasping at straws. Leah was sixteen years old. That phone was her lifeline. Still, it could be true. It was possible. Right?<br />
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Leah had totally lost track of time. She and Todd had been hanging out at the water tower for hours, perched on the hood of Todd’s Jeep, drinking Vodka and OJ, admiring the beautiful night. This place was perfect, the most perfect place in the universe, maybe. Big sky, lots of trees. From here, they could see the whole town, just about—the river, the railroad tracks. An orchard. In the valley, lights began to blink out. Leaning back on her elbows, she gazed up at the heavens. “Look,” she said, mesmerized by the inky black sky, the billions and billions of stars. “The Big Dipper.” As she stared into space, time fell away, the past merging seamlessly with the future, this moment, up here, with Todd, the only reality there ever was or ever could be.<br />
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Todd took her hand, drawing her close, so close she could smell the spicy deodorant under his armpits. Just being with Todd Corbett made her feel dizzy all over. Todd was, by far, the most beautiful boy she had ever laid eyes on. His hair was long on top, short on the sides. He had full lips, and the most fabulous blue eyes, like, like crystals or something. A Romanesque nose, the exact nose she’d once told Cissy she’d die for, only now that she’d seen it on Todd, she realized that that particular nose was meant for a boy. Best of all, he had this incredible aura, all purple and blue, like James Dean or Curt Cobain.<br />
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She curled her legs under her, laid her head on Todd’s chest.<br />
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They met at a party, the Friday before school started. Todd had been on tour for the past two years, working as a roadie for a heavy metal band called “Cobra.” Leah knew he was back—that was all anybody was talking about—had recognized him instantly, from all the descriptions.<br />
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She couldn’t believe her luck. Todd Corbett! And alone! She’d heard he was hot. He was even better looking in person. Looking back, she couldn’t believe she’d been so brazen. She left Cissy in the lurch, sashayed right over to him, took a seat beside him, on the living room floor.<br />
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The movie he was watching was stupid. People clopping across a field like zombies, their arms outstretched. They reminded her of herself and Justine when they were little, playing blind. Even the makeup looked phony.<br />
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“What are you watching?” she asked.<br />
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“<em>Night of the Living Dead</em>. Flick’s a classic. Hey, haven’t I seen you someplace before?”<br />
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Maybe, though she couldn’t imagine where. Todd couldn’t possibly have remembered her from high school. She was only a freshman when he dropped out.<br />
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“Leah Tyler, right? You’re that soccer chick.”<br />
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The wind swished through the trees. Leah shivered and Todd shrugged out of his worn leather bomber, draped his jacket over her shoulders. He reached into the pocket of his jeans, retrieved a small plastic bag half-full of weed, began rolling a joint. He licked the edge of the paper, lit the joint, inhaling deeply, and handed it to her, the smell rich and exotic and sweet.<br />
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Leah had never smoked marijuana until she met Todd. She used to be scared, which was dumb: weed was totally harmless. (The first few times she smoked, she had to admit, she’d been disappointed.) She pulled, her chest searing, struggled to hold the ice-hot smoke in her lungs.<br />
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Suddenly, she was coughing, waving her arms.<br />
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“You OK, babe?” Todd rescued the joint. With the other hand, he patted her back.<br />
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Once she was breathing easily again, he laughed, a sweet laugh that left her feeling dignified, rather than cheesy or stupid. He pinched the joint between his index finger and thumb, took a hit to demonstrate, and brought it to her lips, holding it for her. “That’s it, babe. Good.”<br />
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They smoked the joint to its stub, and he showed her how to fashion a roach clip from twigs. Afterward, he offered to drive her home. “Don’t want you getting in trouble or nothing.”<br />
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“That’s OK,” Leah said dreamily. “I don’t have to go yet.”<br />
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Todd hopped off the hood of the Jeep, pulled a flannel blanket from the back of the truck, and spread the blanket on the grass, under a giant oak tree. Leah watched him smooth it out, his hands dancing, the whole world intensely colored, brilliantly alive. She heard the lonely trill of a cricket, calling from deep in the valley, smelled the damp autumn earth, felt the cool blue breeze on her face. Todd was gliding toward her now, floating on air. He scooped her into his arms, lifting her from the hood of his Jeep, and laid her on the blanket. And kissed her.<br />
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At eleven thirty, Zoe dialed Leah’s cell phone again. When Leah didn’t pick up, she tried Cissy, both times reaching voice mail. “I don’t believe those two,” Zoe said, infuriated. “I’ll bet they changed their ringers. The little devils probably know it’s us.”<br />
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“That’s your daughter for you,” Will huffed.<br />
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“She’s <em>my </em>daughter now?”<br />
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By eleven forty-five, Zoe was chewing her cuticles. And Will was pacing.<br />
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“This is it,” Will announced. “I’m calling the cops.”<br />
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“You can’t be serious. What do you plan to tell them?”<br />
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He opened his cell phone. “I can’t sit here, doing nothing.” He glared at the screen.<br />
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“You can’t call the cops. She’s forty-five minutes late. They’ll think we’re crazy.”<br />
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He clicked his cell shut, dug his keys out of his pocket. “Fine. I’ll find her myself.”<br />
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<em>Find her?</em> Where on earth did he plan to look?<br />
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“I’ll start at the high school.”<br />
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“The game was over hours ago.”<br />
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“I’ll drive by the Hanson’s.” He headed for the garage, Dog at his heels.<br />
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“And do what?” Cissy’s mom, a nurse, worked the early shift at St. John’s. Judi was probably in bed by now. He would frighten her if he knocked on the door. “Will? Answer me.”<br />
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He swiveled to face her. “Look for the car,” he snapped, and ushered Dog out the door.<br />
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Zoe stood in the mudroom, at a loss, staring blankly at the door her husband had closed. The house, she realized when she came to, was an icebox. She rooted through the hall closet, found a fleece jacket of Will’s, and pulled it on, kicked off her shoes, the ceramic tile cool under her bare feet, went to the bathroom, crossed the hall to the laundry, tossed a load of clean clothes into the dryer, and wandered back to the kitchen. She poured a glass of water, gathered the dishes they’d left on the dining room table, and emptied the uneaten chips into the compactor. She loaded the dishwasher. After she finished washing the counter, she flung the rag into the sink, and grabbed the cordless phone, so she would have a phone handy if Will or Leah tried to call.<br />
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A family portrait, commissioned last year, hung over the stone fireplace in the family room. For the photograph, the four of them had dressed in blue; their blue period, they’d joked when the photographer showed them the proofs. In the photo, Zoe is sitting on a stool, leaning toward the camera, Will standing behind her, flanked by the girls. Looking at the portrait, you’d never guess how hard it had been for the photographer to capture the shot, the kids squabbling, Will impatient, Zoe frustrated, both parents clenching their teeth. Restless, Zoe stepped down into the family room, sank into the oversized chair next to the fireplace, and curled her legs under her, clutching the phone.<br />
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Waiting, she tried to think positive thoughts. <em>Leah’s responsible. She can handle herself.</em> If the girls had been in a car accident, the police would have contacted them by now. As usual, her effort to avoid negative thoughts conjured them up. Something wasn’t right. Leah had been late a few times before, never like this. A half hour was one thing. Zoe often lost track of time herself. She would be at her office, transcribing her notes, look up, notice the clock, and realize she was supposed to have picked up one of the girls—at school, at the mall, at a friend’s—fifteen, twenty minutes before. She would rush around her office in a tizzy, collecting her folders and purse, cursing herself for being a neglectful mother, and drive like a madwoman to her destination. But an hour? She checked her watch. And fifteen minutes? This wasn’t like Leah.<br />
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She wondered if she had missed something. A signal. A hint. This morning, Leah, out of bed by seven, had moseyed into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. Spotting the sauce pan on the front burner, she’d whined about having to eat oatmeal again. But she always whined when Zoe made oatmeal, which on certain days she found “revolting,” on others “disgusting” or “gross.” Zoe set the bowl in front of her. “Quit bellyaching,” she said. “Oatmeal is good for you.”<br />
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They were running late. So the girls wouldn’t have to rush to catch the bus, Zoe offered to drive them to school. Justine rode shotgun, while Leah dozed in the backseat. At two, Leah called Zoe at work to remind her that she and Cissy planned to go to the game. She was headed directly home after practice, Leah had said; she would fix dinner. At six thirty, when Zoe opened the back door, she smelled Leah’s spicy, cumin-laced chili. On the island counter, Zoe found place settings for her, for Will, for Justine, three glasses filled with ice water and lemon. Justine was upstairs in her room, doing her geometry homework. Leah had already left for the game.<br />
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Zoe closed her eyes, breathing deeply, attempting to center herself, and, counting backward from ten. . . eight, seven, six. . . summoned an image of her daughter. Leah’s face materialized, and her body slowly came into focus. Directing her energy outward, Zoe enclosed her daughter in a protective circle of light. <em>Be safe, baby, </em>she whispered. <em>Be safe.</em><br />
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Will drove along country roads canopied by the boughs of towering oak trees, the winding streets bordered by stone walls erected in the late 1700’s, by the farmers who’d settled the town. In those days, the stone walls served as boundary markers, the average farm occupying fifty acres of land, most of it orchards. It was a hard life, Will thought, working eighteen hours a day, building walls, cultivating the land. He reached for Dog, on the passenger seat, ruffled her ears. “What do you say, Girl?” Dog cocked her head. “Was life harder then? Or harder today?”<br />
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The Hansons lived a mile outside the center, on a corner lot in a modest sub-division, built in the late-eighties, a neighborhood of center-entry colonials, garrisons, expanded Capes, set on cramped one-acre lots. Will slowed as they approached the Hanson’s newly remodeled Salt Box, he and Dog rubber-necking together. Onion lamps flanked the entrance and the garage doors; matching pole lights lined the drive. The house was dark, the driveway empty. Will turned left, onto the adjacent street, hoping to find a light on in the back of the house, in which case he would knock on the door. Nothing, not even a porch lamp. Frustrated, he rounded the block, passed by the front of the property again, in case he had somehow managed to miss Cissy’s car the first time, and headed for the high school, on the off-chance that the girls were still there.<br />
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The parking lot was dark when Will pulled in, the lights extinguished hours ago. He pulled down the sloping driveway behind the school, passing the rubberized track, where the soccer players practiced their sprints. He swung by the service entrance, then by the gym, doubled back, and circled the deserted lot, scanning the playing fields. At the ticket booth by football stadium, he parked, and just sat, thinking, Dog curled beside him on the passenger seat.<br />
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They’d had no idea, he and Zoe, how easy they’d had it when the girls were young. In their eyes, every little thing seemed like a crisis. They would glance at the window, catch three- year-old Leah zooming down the drive on her Big-Wheel, her legs outstretched, little hands reaching for the sky. In a panic, they would tear out of the house, always an instant too late, too far from their daughter to do anything except cross their fingers and watch. “Leah—” Will would holler, his stomach churning, “hold on.” And Zoe would cover her eyes, both parents envisioning the worst, the Big-Wheel rocketing off course, crashing into a tree. Later, the rope swing he’d hung by their deck replaced the Big-Wheel as the most obvious threat. They’d worried about random accidents, obsessed over tragedies they watched on <em>News Center 5</em> or read about in the <em>Globe</em>: that the girls would fall into the hidden shaft of a well or drown in a neighbor’s backyard pool, that a stranger would kidnap one of their daughters when she was outside playing or taking a walk. It was tough being a parent, the welfare of their children utterly dependent on them, yet as long as they were vigilant, as long as they did their job, kept a trained eye on their daughters, their children would be safe. Now that she was older, they had no way of keeping tabs on their daughter. Once the car she was riding in rolled out of the drive, her fate was out of their hands. She could be anywhere, doing anything, with anyone. They had no way to protect her.<br />
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“What do you say, girl?” he said finally. “Doesn’t look like she’s here, does it?”<br />
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In a last ditch effort, he took another run by the Hanson’s place.<br />
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Zoe had fallen asleep clutching the portable phone, her head resting on the wing of her chair. He brushed a curl out of her face, touched her shoulder gently, so he wouldn’t startle her.<br />
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His wife blinked up at him. “Did you find her?”<br />
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He shook his head, dejected.<br />
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Dog nuzzled Zoe’s leg. Yawning, she scratched the dog’s head. “What time is it?”<br />
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“Close to one.”<br />
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“My God.” She pulled herself to an upright position. “What do you think is going on?”<br />
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Hard to say at this point, he told her. “She didn’t call, did she?”<br />
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Zoe shook her head in alarm. “You don’t think anything’s happened, do you?”<br />
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“We’d have heard by now.”<br />
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“I’m worried, Will. This isn’t like her.”<br />
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Will rubbed his neck, squeezing the trapezius muscles, hoping to release some of the tension. “I don’t know where else to look. Figured it’d be stupid to keep driving in circles.”<br />
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His wife attempted to stifle a yawn.<br />
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“You look beat,” he said. “Why don’t you go to bed? I’ll wait up.”<br />
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“You’re as tired as I am.”<br />
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“Go. I can sleep in. You’ve got to get up in the morning.”<br />
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“Maybe I should,” she said, shifting position. “Have to be up at six. Had to—” She paused, her glazed eyes fixed on the palladium window at the far end of the room. “Sorry.” She blinked. “I had to shift my schedule around. Workshop Sunday. Wake me when she comes in? You won’t forget?”<br />
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“I won’t forget.”<br />
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Will helped his wife out of her chair, walked her to the front staircase, kissed her, and told her to sleep well. From the foot of the staircase, he watched her climb the stairs and wander down the hall to their bedroom. When she closed the door, he went to the kitchen, filled a glass with spring water, brought the glass to the living room, sat on his leather recliner by the window, adjusted the back, and put up his feet. Dog lay on the floor, next to his chair. In ten minutes, she was snoring. He plucked an old issue of <em>Sports Illustrated</em> out of the pleated leather pocket on the side of his chair, flipped through. Unable to focus, he tossed it on the floor.<br />
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On the windowsill, in front of an eight-by-ten studio portrait of the girls, taken when Justine was a toddler, sat a framed snapshot of Leah. He picked up the photo. They’d been in Cortland for about a year when he snapped the shot. Leah was not quite seven, the youngest child on the under-ten team. Her uniform was two sizes too big, her baggie blue T-shirt skimming the hem of her shorts. The team was in the midst of a game, Leah racing to the net, blond ponytail flying, the ball jouncing in front of her, her tiny face focused, intense.<br />
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His daughter was an exceptional player, fast, agile, fiercely competitive, the best player from Massachusetts<em> ever, </em>some coaches said. Since she was a child, Will had been grooming her, encouraging her, fostering her talent. Youth soccer, traveling teams. Scholarship to Harvard—that was their plan. They’d practiced, strategized, prepared. Through the rain, the snow, he’d been right there with her. All in service to the crimson uniform she would one day wear. That was her dream, wasn’t it? She hoped to play pro. But Harvard first. Time and again, they’d discussed the importance of a good education, the one thing in life that can never be taken away.<br />
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Will pushed her, he knew. He wanted the best for his kids. He would do whatever it took to help them succeed, prevent them from repeating the mistakes he’d made. In the spring of his junior year, he’d left Penn State, surrendering a full scholarship, trading his education for a long shot at a music career. In one hour, the time it took to inform his dean he was quitting, walk to the registrar’s office and sign a couple of forms, he’d managed to screw up his life. Look at him: forty-five-years-old, stuck in a dead-end job, kissing the asses of people who ought to be working for him. He refused to sit back, watch Leah throw her life away. Kids needed guidance, a motivational coach to push them, keep them focused, drive them when they didn’t feel like practicing, pump them up when they lost confidence, spur them on when they wanted to quit.<br />
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Will closed his eyes. <em>God help him</em>. Tell him he hadn’t pushed her away.Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-82849840647159070462011-08-15T12:34:00.000-07:002011-08-22T06:48:15.822-07:00Writing comedy…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cScbFff8M4M/Tklt_Gv2hMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YjwQcnrn_PA/s1600/cast_of_friends-23850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cScbFff8M4M/Tklt_Gv2hMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YjwQcnrn_PA/s320/cast_of_friends-23850.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Friends used to be one of America's most favorite TV shows. Many people believed it was the funniest show on television. For us guys my first question is simple. Who is the hottest looking girl on the show? I think Phoebe Buffay (Lisa Kudrow is the best looking of the three. Monica Geller (Courteney Cox) has a very sexy face, but she's entirely too thin for me. Although many considered Rachel Green (Jennifer Aniston) to be the hottie of the show, I only liked her hair.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">As far as show characters, I enjoyed Phoebe the most. Although she could be ditzy at times she showed great insight catching you totally off guard. However, I related more with Monica because of her eccentricities. It's not that I'm a great cleaner around the house, but I can't be comfortable when there is a mess around the house. That will drive me crazy. The other thing I can relate with is her competitive spirit. I can't stand losing at anything. I'm a good sport about it, but I'm not happy thinking I lost. All three of the women are beautiful. Let's face it sex sells. Attractive characters are a must. Sexist? Totally.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Now let's talk comedy. Take a look at these clips from a writer's point of view. What makes the comedy truly funny, in my view, is the misunderstanding. The clips are very short.<o:p></o:p><br />
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In this scene all the Friends characters are discussing what they would do if they were omnipotent. When Joey walks in Monica asked him the same question.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Omnipotent/impotent - You have to put the character together with the misunderstanding. Joey's character is a cool guy, well built, and attractive to women. On the other hand, he is also ditzy, childish, womanizing, and although he's a warm and kind friend, he's not very smart. Not the kind of person you can have an intelligent conversation with. You see he has his strong points and his weaknesses. The writers capitalize on both points to make good comedy. My favorite part is, "You are? Ross, I'm sorry."<o:p></o:p><br />
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In this scene Rachel and Phoebe are in ugly naked guys apartment which Ross is thinking of renting. Looking through the window Phoebe sees Monica and Chandler having sex.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Phoebe demonstrates her devotion for the others in the group. She cares greatly for the environment, and she's fun to be with. She can contribute to a conversation, but at times she's totally lost. Remember strengths and weaknesses. Again, the misunderstanding of not knowing what was going on causes Phoebe to freak out. My favorite part is, "Oh, my eyes, my eyes."</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To create good comedy take strong characters, expose their flaws, and add misunderstanding. It works every time. Tell me about your favorite episode, scene, person, and why.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div><br />
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Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-26564396602911640352011-08-12T05:00:00.000-07:002011-08-12T15:59:56.633-07:00A Deprived Life..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmCeiomGPpU/TkUUXyvOCiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2BuZmm0BUkU/s1600/See-No-Evil-Hear-No-Evil-Speak-No-Evil-friends-2103656-540-331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmCeiomGPpU/TkUUXyvOCiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2BuZmm0BUkU/s320/See-No-Evil-Hear-No-Evil-Speak-No-Evil-friends-2103656-540-331.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This post is about my upbringing and how it deprived me of regular everyday things. Please understand that I am in no way coming against any religious believes. In fact, I strongly believe in God. What I have issues with are some people's interpretation of those believes. Back in my youth most religious people judged in the manner in which they were taught. Therefore I understand it was not entirely their fault.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Also understand that I in no way hate my parents. On the contrary, when my father died, I felt like a little something died inside of me. My mother, who is still alive, is the kindest individual I know. <span class="blackclass1">Nonetheless,</span> <span class="blackclass1">that</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">is</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">what</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">they</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">learned. </span>Their upbringing made it extremely difficult for them to see life any other way.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My friend Amelia James and I are sharing our thoughts on the similarity of our upbringing. She is an extraordinary writer so please <a href="http://trashystreasures.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/the-most-forbidden-list/">click here</a> to read her blog after you've read mine.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now here are some rules. Do not leave a comment slamming religion or your parents. You may explain what happened in your life without slandering anyone.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="blackclass1">As</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">a</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">child</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">they</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">did</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">not</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">permit</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">me</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">to</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">play</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">in</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">a</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">park</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">or</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">go</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">to</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">the</span> <span class="blackclass1">beach. They prohibited me from wearing certain clothing for reasons unknown to me to this day. </span>The first time I attended a baseball game at a stadium it turned into one of the largest altercations in our home. My brothers married at seventeen to get out of the house and escape these rules. Later, they became angry with me because to them, my parents granted me more freedom than they had. So they must have had it even more difficult than I did.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I always felt sorry for the girls in our church. They had not been allowed to wear pants and had to freeze their legs in the winter snow with only nylons to cover them. Kids in school ridiculed me for wearing geeky clothes. I could never wear jeans or sneakers. They never permitted me to spend the night at a friend's house, and I could only play outside within ear range. If they called me and I didn't hear them, there went my outdoor privileges.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You'll love this one. <span class="blackclass1">My</span> <span class="blackclass1">parents</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">only</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">allowed</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">me</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">to</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">date</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">Hispanic</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">girls.</span><span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"> </span></span>I remember the first time I brought home a blond haired, blue eyed, white girl - Okay I like blonds and redheads with fair skin - Anyway. All hell broke loose in the house that day. I had to wear my hair the way they wanted me too. <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">I</span> <span class="blackclass1">could</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">not</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">wear</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">jewelry</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">of</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">any</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">kind.</span><span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"> </span>And I could only play with the friends they picked out for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It was pounded into my mind that anything bad that happened was punishment from God, and anything good was his blessings. I lived in constant fear that if I did anything wrong, I would be punished. The problem was I could never live up to the standard of being good. In my first marriage, I continued to be judge by the same rules by my ex-wife. I live by everything I was taught, loved her, and my children unconditionally, and hid my unhappiness by giving myself to her completely. Only she didn't see it that way. As with God, apparently I couldn't live up to her standards either, and she asked for a divorce.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After trying to be good all my life, I decided to pitch a fit, and have a tantrum. So I got drunk. For two years. After which I had to learn how to live. I learned to forgive and understand the reasons why these people pushed this life on me against my will. In this process of learning to live, I created a bucket list. A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you hit the bucket (die).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was introduced to a different God than the one from my youth. I met a woman who does not judge me. I got my ear pierced, bought necklaces and rings. I got me some shorts to go to the beach, and watched the sun come up, and go back down. I drank fruity alcoholic drinks to enjoy the scenes around me, and went jet skiing. I took lessons and learned how to dance. I laughed and rejected every thought that tried to convince me of punishment for these things. I understand the generations before us, but shouldn't we be teaching our children differently?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I'm not drunk anymore because I don't want to be. I drink a glass of wine with dinner at times. But most importantly, I'm living, and not just existing.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Have you gone through anything like this? I find it therapeutic to share.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And always remember… Stay in your write mind.</div><br />
Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-25978977060811653082011-08-08T09:18:00.000-07:002011-08-08T09:18:11.047-07:00Dancing around your writing…<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Those of you who know me know that I love dancing Salsa. I don't know what you dance when you go to the club, but this is what we do. Salsa takes technique in your feet, your hands, and your hips. The dance moves are intoxicating and addictive. The more you learn the more you want to dance.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Listen to the struggle in the music, the pain, and joy. You can feel the anger of lost love, and you burn it out on the dance floor. The passion of new love flows through you like a mighty river; it ignites a flame that will explode on the dance floor like a volcano. The more I dance the stronger I feel as all the exhilaration sparks as if struck by lightning. I want her to know the pain I felt when she left, but more importantly I want her to know that there was one who came and cared after she left. I want the world to know the freedom of love from knowing that someone found me broken and loved me that way. I need to tell my new love that her voice, the sweet smell of her perfume, and the soft touch of her hand moves me to laughter and tears.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">All of it is in the music and the dance. It just so happens that my friends and I are old musicians from back in a day. We experience it from both sides of the spectrum. Give me four hours on the dance floor and I'll tell you stories of passion that will make you cry. I made a friend of our's cry so badly with one of those stories everyone thought I ruined the party. I saved it again, calm down. I gave it a quick happy ending, asked everyone to toast with me to love, and we cranked up the music continuing the party. Oh use a tape recorder because you won't remember the whole story the next morning. That's the only draw back. But that's mainly due to the drinking involved. You see you can dance around your story.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We also dance for power. In my younger days, we used to break dance similar to what you see on the following video. <span> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/8IlwMnM_n38/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IlwMnM_n38&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8IlwMnM_n38&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This type of dancing was a power trip for me. It was about competition, being stronger, better, more capable than the other guy. If you're wondering if I can still do it let just say this. Last month I went to a party at a friend's house. He's a DJ at a local Latin club. I didn't really know him I only knew his wife from back in a day when we used to hang out. But when he began to play some old school, we started rapping, yeah we do a little of that too. Someone dared me to break dance like I used to. Yeah, it's stupid but I don't like backing out of a dare. I couldn't believe I could still do it, but I did. I felt unbeatable, ten feet tall, like a super hero just demonstrating I could still move like that. Okay it wasn't the best I could do from my younger years, but I still can do it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You see writing is about emotion, lots and lots of emotion. You want to bring those desires, that passion, the anger, frustration, and so much more into your writing. The reader wants to feel, smell, and remember what it was like as they read, all the while experiencing something new.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">We're very eclectic. My wife sings country music, dance's Salsa, hip hop, and she's amazing at it.</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Dancing is just another stimulation that does it for me. Can dancing help you express those emotions you need in your writing? If not tell me what does and how it helps you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-64249181938752436352011-08-02T10:32:00.000-07:002011-08-02T10:44:37.957-07:00Technology or science fiction...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcfKqFblJqA/Tjgz-9wH46I/AAAAAAAAAGo/m-NnNJXtWAU/s1600/technology+images+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcfKqFblJqA/Tjgz-9wH46I/AAAAAAAAAGo/m-NnNJXtWAU/s320/technology+images+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">Should we freeze future technology to make a profit with what we have? Most people believe technology is brought to the public at the time it is developed. Others, like me, believe that our scientists are much more advanced than what we know. That technology is kept quiet until the market makes the desired profit, and then the next level is introduced to the public. This is why you see a new upgrade each year.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Before I continue I'd like to say that last week I came down with a horrible cold or flu. But, I was amazed at how many twitter friends reached out sending me get well wishes on twitter. I can't thank you all enough. You have no idea how good it feels to know someone is thinking of you when you're ill. Well needless to say I have begun to feel better. However, before I continue, I wanted to thank all those who made twitter more than just a social media for marketing and demonstrated kindness. It has inspired me greatly. Thank you!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And now I will continue with my thought for today. I have a question for everyone.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Have you ever noticed that technology is sometimes advertised one year before it is available in the market? Consider the cell phones we use at this time. Right now we have cell phones on which you can view movies, listen to music, text messages, and make calls. But that's not all they can do. They can be used as a low jack to know the whereabouts of your children or significant other. They can be used as a camera and a video recorder with sound. Okay, I'm going out on a limb here, but when I was a teen, we considered technology like this to be space age, science fiction. Today, it's a reality.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But that's not all, as they say on television. Now you can write, import, and export Word files and documents on your cell phone. They are used as GPS with maps of where you are. You can even get on the internet, tweet, and look up your Facebook. The PC shrunk down to laptops, and now we have iPads that can do the same things. Pretty soon your computer will be as small as your cell phone. It may even probably be in your cell phone.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now with all this technology you would think someone would be able to invent a source of fuel other than gasoline for automobiles. Why have we not been able to do that? Here is my conspiracy theory. The multi-million dollar gasoline companies will not allow it. If an automobile that does not need gas to run is introduced to the world, it will put them out of business. Considering they are the riches' people in the world, they would rather buy out any invention and bury it than give up their cash cow.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you were an inventor and came up with an alternative to gas or an automobile which does not need gas to run, would you sell it for several million or attempt to make something out of it and fail? It's a no brainer. A bird in the hand, and all that. I, therefore, pose the question once again. Should we freeze future technology for profit?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Please give me your thoughts. Do you think my theory is science fiction or not? If you think, it's science fiction, why? If not, what should or can we do about it?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div></div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-25583740491886175242011-07-25T08:11:00.000-07:002011-07-25T08:11:53.161-07:00To remove or not to remove...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utHr2h8QA4I/Ti2HRAtZrDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/teSdALySBtA/s1600/confused-monkey3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utHr2h8QA4I/Ti2HRAtZrDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/teSdALySBtA/s1600/confused-monkey3.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">In writing less is more. Therefore, take out what you don't need. Let's talk unnecessary phrases or clauses. Many people get very confused with this type of sentence. They're unsure if a comma should be use or not. The question is what the comma will do to the sentence. I don't know if you're aware of this or not but the comma will change the meaning entirely. That will take your readers down the wrong path.</div><a name='more'></a> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">I usually write without worrying about my grammar, word choice, or sentence structure. After I've allowed my creative juices to run wild then I go back and begin editing. If I edit while I'm writing my creative ideas are replaced by my analytical thinking to make the proper corrections. You may write differently. You may edit as you go, and that is perfectly fine. If that is your style always stick to what's comfortable for you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now when I begin editing, I may see that some of my sentence structures need to be changed. My biggest fear is that in my effort to write correctly I may over edit and make the story sound more like a report. This is why you'll need someone to look over your manuscript after you edit. Nonetheless, you need to ensure yourself that your sentences are conveying the correct story.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let's take a look at some sentences.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"My wife, Joanne, will put gas in the car tomorrow."</div><div class="MsoNormal">2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"My wife Joanne will put gas in the car tomorrow."</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Which one of these two sentences is correct? Well, that depends on what you're trying to say. The problem with sentence #1 is that it's talking about my wife Joanne, but there may be other wives. That may tick off my wife. In sentence #2 without the commas Joanne is my one and only wife.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"The letter is about Cindy who loves singing in the lounge and me."</div><div class="MsoNormal">2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"The letter is about Cindy, who loves singing in the lounge, and me."</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The first sentence tells us that Cindy loves both singing in the lounge and me. Sentence #2 with the commas clearly explains that the letter is about Cindy and me. You know which Cindy I mean, the one who loves singing in the lounge. The first sentence talks about a love affair between two people. The second only mentions that the letter's about Cindy and me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Only use commas to encompass trivial information. The data may add some details but the main idea can be understood without it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">"William, who arrived late, had to wait in a long line."</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you remove the words encompassed in the commas the sentence would read:</div><div class="MsoNormal">"William had to wait in a long line."</div><div class="MsoNormal">As you can see the main concept remained the same.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Do not use commas to encompass clauses essential to the meaning of the sentence.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">"The individuals who arrived early did not have to wait in line."</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you remove the subordinate clause, you will lose the main idea of the sentence.</div><div class="MsoNormal">"The individuals did not have to wait in line."</div><div class="MsoNormal">You need the clause to identify the individuals who did not have to wait in line.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I hope this helps clear up something in your writing. Please, let me know if it has. If you feel I've missed anything let me know that too.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-57940078194891181682011-07-21T08:36:00.000-07:002011-07-21T08:36:11.178-07:00Friends with Benefits...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/iJS-wWqVAyk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
I obtained tickets to see the preview this past Tuesday and thought my wife would like to see it. Chick flicks, I've seen tons of them, and any guy out there that's laughing at me right now is either in an unhappy relationship or alone. Because if you have a girl friend or are happily married you too, my friend, watch chick flicks in abundance.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">It's not that I hate them. Some are actually pretty good. The thing is you always know what the ending is going to be. You see these films are not about the ending, but more about how they get there. Women understand this. Men, we just need to grasp the concept, and everything will be alright. I, myself love surprise endings, twists that make you think. With romantic films, it's the in-between that captures your attention.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For instance, the concept of friends with benefits should be of interest to you men right off the bat. That's not to say that women aren't interested in the concept either. I mean let's face it, having you always wanted a friend with benefits? Maybe you've even had one. Don't raise your hand, I'm not asking you to admit to anything here. But the title and idea of the movie are enticing.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Most chick flicks have a couple good jokes and at least one good line that will make it memorable. That is if it's a good movie otherwise it's like bingo, it's a good way to pass the time, but there's somewhere else you'd rather be. This was not that kind of movie. I was truly surprised that right from the beginning I was laughing. I know some of you women are thinking Justin Timberlake brought sexy back, but Mila Kunis brought funny back. Well actually Patricia Clarkson and Woody Harrelson were hilarious as well.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You will laugh, but take it easy because this movie is packed with one liners, and if you're laughing too hard you just might miss the next punch line. Oh and you will laugh. You want to make your significant other happy and enjoy it yourself, take them to see this movie. Oh but please, don't take your children with you. I never understand why people take their children to see movies like these. Get a babysitter. Take her out to dinner, and go all out. Biggie size it, tell her money is no object. Then, go watch this movie. You'll enjoy it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But don't take my word for it. It opens tomorrow, July 22, which is a Friday night. Go see it, come back, and tell me what you thought.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember... Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-53388209713579302132011-07-19T09:38:00.000-07:002011-07-19T09:48:29.543-07:00O about that… dream, or fantasy…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gE_vDE4HoRk/TiWz1rz0DUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oFPdZlVkirs/s1600/pagani-huayra-2011-01-26-800-34-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gE_vDE4HoRk/TiWz1rz0DUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oFPdZlVkirs/s320/pagani-huayra-2011-01-26-800-34-600.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">What is your fantasy, your dream? What make you smile from ear to ear every time you see? Is it that new car? You know that dream car you've been fantasizing about. The one that makes you smile every time you see one drive. When something goes wrong you pull up that picture you have of it to calm yourself down. You can just smell that new car smell in it. The sleek design, the seats, dash, even the steering wheel looks good on it.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Is your dream a new baby? Maybe your time biological clock is ticking. Whenever you walk passed the baby section at the store you have to stop and look at clothes just to see what it feels like. When you visit friends you want to hold their baby and look at the little fingers and toes, and pudgy cheeks.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Do you dream of freedom… a vacation in one of the most exotic places on earth, with palm trees swaying in the breeze, beaches, and tropical drinks? Maybe your idea of vacation is not in the tropics, but rather in the big city - Dining in elegant restaurants, dressed in the finest clothes. Men in their Brioni or Kiton suites, or maybe a less expensive but more familiar Giorgio Armani or Ralph Lauren will call your attention. If you’re a woman you may enjoy wearing a Gucci outfit, or possibly Prada. Maybe you would like to enjoy one of the hottest fashions from Fendi to demonstrate your glamour and glitz?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you're among the very young your idea of a vacation includes night clubs, dumb men with muscle that know no bounds, and lots of alcohol. And let's face it that will bring us to where we wake up in a strange place, or with a strange person in our bed. Maybe what you enjoy is the thrill of the hunt. It may be that you enjoy knowing you can capture anyone of the opposite sex at any given time. And like any good hunter, you like to have your trophies.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br />
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</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Maybe your dream is a home - With a husband or wife - Having the life with a white picket fence and that good job. You know the dream, the one where you know all the neighbors, and everyone says hello as you're getting into your car in the morning. But, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself here. Your dream could be finding that special person to make that home with.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 255.0pt;">Do you write about it? Do you write about the struggle of achieving those dreams, of having your wildest fantasies come true? Who is the evil that keeps you from accomplishing your dreams? You need to dream bigger, with larger than life enemies that live only to keep you from your dreams, and to destroy your fantasies. Then dream of their defeat and your victory. <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 255.0pt;">After you dream, write. Write about the beginning of that fantasy. Write about the emotions of seeing it taken away. Write about the pain of losing your hopes and dreams. Write about the spark that lit up and caused you not to give in to defeat. Write about the struggle to get your dream back. Write about almost dying in the process. But, most of all write about the joy of victory, and the tears of joy. Write about the laughter, and the peace of knowing you've won. Write…</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 255.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 255.0pt;">Write your comments and tell me a little about it. Tell me a little, just a little, of your dreams and fantasies. Just a little, because a dream or a fantasy take an entire book.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 255.0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 255.0pt;">But remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-3238065463825575452011-07-14T09:18:00.000-07:002011-07-14T09:18:32.962-07:00Grilling a novel...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmRbohyYN6c/Th8WYCxm9AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SX6K1jio65U/s1600/caribbean-grill-chicken-300x225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmRbohyYN6c/Th8WYCxm9AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/SX6K1jio65U/s1600/caribbean-grill-chicken-300x225.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">I have several friends who consider themselves grill masters. I use specific spices when I grill, and of course, that changes depending on the type of meat I will be grilling. For this example, I will be using chicken as my meat of choice since it is very popular for grilling. First I season the meat with Adobo all purpose seasoning. I use this condiment on almost everything I grill or cook. It is very versatile. Next I sprinkle Black Pepper on the chicken breast or wings. Third I like to use Garlic. Usually I prefer the Garlic spice without salt, but if you have garlic salt that's fine too.</div><a name='more'></a> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Here is where it changes for many people. Lastly, I put Mrs. Dash original blend over my chicken. I have a friend who instead marinates the chicken in Italian Dressing Marinate. Yes, it's usually for salads. However, it can be used for marinating meat as well. Do I use it? No. Does it taste good? Oh yeah. When he grills at his home, we have a good time. Then why don't I use it? Good question.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">When he grills you can eat the chicken with any side, and it tastes great. When I grill you can eat the chicken any way you want. I can slice it into strips and place it over my salad. Sliced the same way, I can place it over my favorite pasta, be it Marinara or Alfredo Sauce. I can serve it with rice on the side or potatoes covered with Tomato Sauce or gravy. I can slice it for sandwich meat. And the list goes on.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Many people will tell you how to write and how not to. I have learned throughout life, to take the good and leave what is not helpful out. Should a writer stick to one genre only? Let me explain this. My novel is Science Fiction because it deals with aliens from another planet. It is also a murder mystery because no one knows the identity of the killer. I also consider it an Action Adventure Thriller because it contains several war scenes, several individual fight scenes, and several shootouts within the novel. It can also be placed in the Horror genre because ghosts haunt the military base in search of revenge. And like any good book, there is romance, sex, and lust lurking about.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Is this wise? I don't know but that's how it all came together. Will it work? Well, here's my take on that. You may not like science fiction, but you like romance and sex stories. It could be, you only like horror, blood and guts, or just the thrill of the action. Regardless of your preference, you may buy my book simply because it has a little, if not enough, of what you like in it. You may not like the horror, the killings, or the aliens, but you're a sucker for hot steamy romance. It's in there, just like the Prego sauce.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Does this mean you should do the same? I never tell my friend how to grill his chicken or how to prepare it. I enjoy it just the way he makes it. I won't tell you how to write your story. I'm sure I'll like just the way you write it. Does this make mine's better? Not-at-all. I've read many books and thought, "Man I wish I could write like that." My father always used to tell me, "Son, colors were made for the different tastes." You can write differently than I. This is just the way I grill my novel.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But, by all means tell me if you think it's a mistake or not. You can even tell me why, and where you learned to do it that way, and from whom. Or, you can simply tell what your preferred style of writing is, and why.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-62847070515174543322011-07-11T08:11:00.000-07:002011-07-11T12:34:02.048-07:00Guest blogger Lisa Skone...<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JVZuZCxFos/ThsRbMJ3yFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MO5EAWU0jFw/s1600/shaking_hands.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--JVZuZCxFos/ThsRbMJ3yFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MO5EAWU0jFw/s320/shaking_hands.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Many people use Twitter to meet others with similar objectivity. We now have #WW and #FF to introduce others to our list of friends. It is a great way to meet new people, and increase your circle of friends. Still, you are limited as to how much you actually get to learn about them.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">To become better acquainted with people, and find out about their projects your best bet would be to visit their blog - or in this case visit a blog which features them. A twitter introduction is not sufficient for some people who you should get to know. This is why I have invited Lisa Skone to be my guest speaking and tell you more about herself and her work.<span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"> </span></b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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You know it blatantly isn’t, but when your mind adjusts to the idea, wraps itself around the lie and snuffs it out, it becomes a welcomed reality.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I never imagined by the time I reached forty two that I would have two grown up children, a four year old granddaughter, and two dogs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I remember being in my room at twelve years old, miming to Abba songs with a yellow towel on my head (I wished I had long blonde hair like Agnetha.) My only worry I had was keeping my room tidy. Along with dreaming of being Agnetha, I dreamt of meeting prince charming, having a big fairytale wedding, and having four children, two boys and two girls. Oh, the innocence of a young girl. If only you could bottle it! But it was only to be a dream. I had my first child at sixteen; my second at eighteen, and my illusions of living happily ever after were shattered! The father of my two children, Danny and Lianne, was only two years older than me, but unfortunately for both of us (I say that loosely) he became a heroine addict. We didn’t live together, so I was oblivious to what was going on. I found myself alone in a two bedroom flat with a toddler and a baby, but I was tough. I was strong, I could cope, and I did. I had the support of my mum and dad, so things weren’t so bad. I met someone else, whom I married, and along came my third child Nicky. Not wanting to go into too much detail, we survived for eleven years. I say survived because that was tough. Our relationship was a volatile one, and violence occurred many a time, but in the end we had to call it a day. Now at thirty years old, I had three children to bring up, but still I coped. My faith in men was practically zero, and then I went to Skiathos, one of the Greek islands, and my faith went from zero to ten in a matter of days. Then </span><span style="font-family: 'Cooper Black', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">In The Blink of An Eye</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">, my first novel was born. My book is based on my experience, and how a young woman, with no self esteem, met a man who made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. But there is more to this story than just romance. It also delves into the world of addiction, as you follow the storyline of Mick, an alcoholic in denial, who is oblivious that his marriage breakdown is the result of his heavy drinking. Love, loss and heartbreak are some of the ingredients that have gone into my story. It is the first of a trilogy, and I am currently working on the sequel, </span><span style="font-family: 'Cooper Black', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">Paving The Way. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">The three books are based on the last ten years of my life, and over those ten years I have faced all three situations that I just spoke about. Loves shattered dreams restored, dealing with a loss that nearly destroyed me, and my heart broken into so many pieces that I thought it was beyond repair. You might be wondering why at the beginning of my post I said I had two children, when later on it is clear that I have three. Unfortunately seven years ago, my eldest son, who was eighteen, died in an accident. His death nearly killed me, but here I am, better and stronger than ever, fulfilling a dream that seemed impossible. I fought the biggest fight of my life, and the battle isn’t over yet, but I am getting there. I persevered, I held on to life by my little finger nail at times, but I held on. I pushed through, and looked through, and now I can see a future on my horizon. My stories are powerful, and book three (especially) is about survival and how through the challenges life throws at you, you can grow, and become the person you were destined to be.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">So here I am, forty two years old, starting a journey that is both exciting and slightly daunting…. but here I am!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;">I would like to take this opportunity to thank Orlando for asking me to share my story. It has been a pleasure working with you my friend!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">**************************************************</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">It has been a pleasure working with you as well Lisa. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">You can find Lisa on twitter under</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">@beauty4ashezz, or you can <a href="http://dreamsdocometrue-lisa.blogspot.com/">click here</a> for her blog.<b style="color: #444444;"> </b>Please look her up and say hello.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;">And remember... Always stay in your write mind.</span></span></div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-63774884355772784362011-07-06T12:56:00.000-07:002011-07-07T08:44:56.893-07:00Guest blogger L. Carroll<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3l1RjFpZxxg/ThXUNXkSzoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LSLPv7_8tSs/s1600/with_out_spine_resized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3l1RjFpZxxg/ThXUNXkSzoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LSLPv7_8tSs/s320/with_out_spine_resized.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As promised here is the cover for the new book.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Once in a while you read a book in which you can delight in. Lor Mandela Destruction from Twins by L. Carroll is such a book. I can't contain the excitement to introduce to you L. Carroll as my guest blogger today. As you very well know authors get better with every book and now she has book 2 of this series coming out on July 15, 2011 for your enjoyment. If you have not read the first book I recommend it. I don't always recommend books as openly as I'm doing with this series. However, I believe in the quality of the writing and the story line. Therefore, without further ado here is L. Carroll…</div><a name='more'></a><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">"Jonesy," the persistent little voice in her head urged. "Jonesy, let's write a book!" </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">"A book? What a sensational idea," Jonesy exclaimed, "Oh, yes! It'll be a fantastic tale of far away lands, epic battles and two people who, against all odds, find love. It's sure to be a bestseller and make me millions! If I start today, it should be ready for publishing in about six months, or so." </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">(Six years later…) "Stupid voice in my head! What were you thinking? A book! Ha! Well, I finished that book, sent out a query letter to the agent I hand-picked, and look!" Jonesy thrust the crumpled piece of paper in her hand toward her face and growled. "Says he's chosen to pass at this time! I don't even think he took the trouble of writing me personally! It's a form letter -- I'm sure!" And so continued Jonesy's quest for several months, (and roughly thirty more form letters, a giant six ton marble, and a pit of pythons). </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">But Jonesy was never one to quit when the going got rough! She began to explore other ways to get her book into the hands of those desperate souls who were unknowingly begging for it; she decided to publish it herself. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">Skilled at wrestling alligators and constructing explosive devices from paperclips, but knowing nothing of book publishing, Jonesy needed a mentor…someone who had fought the self-publishing battle, and won.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">Have you ever felt like Jonesy…out of your element, or disillusioned by the game of book authoring and/or publishing? Fear not, freaked out author! There is help available, and it comes from a source, that traditionally, we choose to avoid. It comes from our competition. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">Yep, fellow writers are a wonderful resource for those aspiring to become published. As I've gone down this self-publishing road, it's never ceased to amaze me how helpful and supportive other authors have been. Many amazing authors have offered advice, critiqued portions of my work, referred me to other professionals, assisted in promotion (thanks everyone who's part of the current "Four Hundred Hours to Four Hundred Days Blog Party), and even bought and read my work. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">So, as a (now) published author who knew nothing about publishing in the beginning, I encourage aspiring writers to tap into this valuable resource. Join author groups (either in your area or online), make friends with other authors, and build a BIG social network full of authors. The knowledge you gain will be invaluable. The friendships you build will buoy you up through the hard times, and who knows? You might even find a connection that will ultimately land you your spot on that "bestseller" list! If there's one thing I've learned along my "Journey of Doom" (er, I mean "Journey of </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">Triumph"), it's that there are lots of great friends to be had in the book biz!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">L. Carroll is the author of "The Lor Mandela Series". Her first book "Destruction from Twins" maintains a five-star rating, (Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Goodreads). Book #2 in the series will release on July 15, 2011. You can learn more about the mystical fantasy world of Lor Mandela at http://www.lormandela.com, or email the author directly at lormandela@ (at) yahoo. (dot) com.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">"Destruction from Twins" is currently available in paperback at: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lor-Mandela-Destruction-Twins-Book/dp/0615481752/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1309238407&sr=8-3">http://www.amazon.com/Lor-Mandela-Destruction-Twins-Book/dp/0615481752/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1309238407&sr=8-3</a> <span style="color: #3366ff;">or</span> <a href="https://www.createspace.com/3602036">https://www.createspace.com/3602036</a> </div><div class="Standard" style="margin-left: 18.8pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan; tab-stops: 20.75pt; text-indent: .3in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .3in;">Or in ebook formats at: <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/55880">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/55880</a><span style="color: #339966;"> </span><span style="color: #3366ff;">or</span><span style="color: #339966;"> </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lor-mandela-destruction-from-twins-l-carroll/1031162349?ean=2940011287046&itm=1&usri=lor+mandela">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lor-mandela-destruction-from-twins-l-carroll/1031162349?ean=2940011287046&itm=1&usri=lor%2bmandela</a> </div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-7734410218462630102011-07-05T07:50:00.000-07:002011-07-05T07:50:52.418-07:00My Synopsis...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Okay friends, I have put together an official synopsis. I have read many blogs, books, and other material to put this together, but after reading so much on the subject, it seems to confuse me more. Am I alone in this? Nonetheless, I am seeking your assistance once again to guide me, more or less, towards editing my work.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Like everyone else I am seeking to put my best foot forward. I know I have a great story, but I need to convey that idea to the agents. And a great query followed by a good synopsis is the only way to do this. Therefore, please provide me with your honest and help suggestions. Your critiques are greatly appreciated. I carefully take all that you guys suggest under consideration. I think you have helped me put together a great query. Now let's see if we can do the same with the synopsis. Here goes:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Tilva's family governs three quarters of the planet Suvino. Hilvax, the current leader of the East Lands, has threatened war. The Family Government has come up with a plan to kill Hilvax to prevent a full scale war, but they have been betrayed. A bomb in his father's jet went off killing Aniuval his father along with his entire crew. Shortly after, they found his youngest brother shot to death in a hotel room with his wife Nishta. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>His second brother Sanaido attempts to escape, with his wife and children, in a ship. The murderer hides inside the ship hacking his wife and two children with a sword. Prior to his death, Sanaido sets a course for the nearest livable planet to seek help. This planet is Earth. However, the hidden assassin escapes planet-side.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The American government has possession of the ship, but is contacted by Tilva, and a dictator called the New Sun from the alien planet. They must make an alliance to capitalize from the scientific knowledge the ship contains. Not knowing who to trust, they realize the wrong choice can begin an interplanetary war involving them.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span class="apple-style-span">Hilvax, who Tilva thought started this war, is announced dead. </span>Tilva must face a brutal civil war which is devastating his planet, brought on by the NS trying to conquer the planet. There is <span class="apple-style-span">conspiracy around every corner, as his government crumbles.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Tilva realizes someone from within has betrayed the Family, but he can't figure out who. The torment of losing his family is clouding his judgment. His paranoid behavior is causing everyone to believe he has killed his own family to gain control of the entire planet. Treak, the woman he loves warned them of the possibility of such an attack. The murders happened almost exactly as she described them making Tilva wonder if she has committed treason. Distraught with rage, distrust, and fear for his own life, Tilva struggles to uncover the assassin and stop the New Sun.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The U.S. betrays Tilva handing him over to the New Sun. When the NS arrives, she finds a hoax to ensnare her. Tilva faces this NS for the first time, but tormented by the deaths in his family, he is unable to take her life, and the ghosts must step in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="apple-style-span"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Please let me know if it is too long. I'm not sure how many words there should be on a synopsis. Double spaced as it is, it is just a bit over one page at 385 words. And of course, anything else you see that needs changing.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-20546091848444208802011-07-02T10:48:00.000-07:002011-07-02T10:48:05.597-07:00Freedom...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Qnk1vlS9G5w?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Young mothers don't want to hear you telling them how to do things. Regardless, of how much they know your instructions must be subtle and unnoticed if you want to them to adhere. A mechanic doesn't want to hear what you think it is or how to fix it. Otherwise you can do it yourself, is their thinking. Young couples don't want to know if you agree or not with their lifestyle or how they need to save money.</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">My life is paved with good intension, but in the end, have my words been received that way? That is the question you must ask yourself. You want your child to go to college. What if he or she doesn't want to go? Can you force them? Not really. Even if you can force them, you should ask yourself what it will cost you. Good intensions often cause good friendships to end. They cause your children to hate you and not want to call you or invite you to their parties.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If you don't mind living without your children then fine, give them a piece of your mind. The same goes with friends. Otherwise, you may want to keep your opinions to yourself. Think before you say those words.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But, what if someone asked for your opinion? Should you tell them straight out what you think? Oh yeah, I believe you should. However, there are exceptions. If your child asks, "should I marry this person?" and you dislike them greatly, please take heed. That is a loaded question. They have already decided what they will do, they only what someone to agree with them - In which case you should ask, "Do you love him/her?"</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If your friend should ask, should I divorce my spouse, again, take heed. That is a loaded question. Later they might get back together and remember your remark feeling you don't care for their spouse. Don't put yourself in that situation. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">"Honey, do I look fat in this dress?" That is a loaded question. Warning, warning, Will Robinson, proceed with caution.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Do I want to live beyond my means? That's my business. Why don't I get a better job? That's my business. If I want to be a freak, that's my business. If I want to go to church, it's my business. The clothes I wear, the place I live, the car I drive, and on what I spend my money, it's all my business. Where I vacation and how I got the money, is my business.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Men fought and died for that freedom. And I will not allow anyone to mock them by telling me how to live - You too Mom. I love you, but it's my life.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You can't change people. God won't change people. God will lead us into thinking positive, and living productively, but he won't change your personality. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the end - Everybody wants to live, how they want to live.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3417182613765834910.post-54309427176144629662011-06-29T09:15:00.000-07:002011-06-29T09:15:44.868-07:00My Query Letter Part 2...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUcsKFVuEMA/TgtEmS7ErvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xVh9WmpAXVo/s1600/tumblr_llgym3YDQS1qdozb4o1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUcsKFVuEMA/TgtEmS7ErvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xVh9WmpAXVo/s320/tumblr_llgym3YDQS1qdozb4o1_r1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">After listening to your advice, I decided to give it another try. I know many of you said you liked the first query letter I drafted. However, a few made suggestions that I thought were very good. In view of the suggestions made, I put together this new query. Please go over it and see if there is anything I've missed. I want to know which you think is better the first one or this new draft. The details I mentioned in the previous query will be in the synopsis which I will share once I nail down the query. So here goes:</div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Tilva is now alone. His father has been bombed in his jet. His youngest brother shot to death in a hotel room with his wife. <span class="blackclasscontextmenu">And</span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1025">Sanaido,</span></span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1026">the</span></span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1027">second</span></span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1028">brother,</span></span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1029">escapes</span></span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1030">in</span></span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1031">a</span></span> <span class="blackclasscontextmenu"><span id="ws1032">ship.</span></span> They later found the ship with his brother's wife and children hacked with a sword, bludgeoned to death, and Sanaido shot.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tilva is next and he knows it. He must disclose the murderer to prevent being killed. Suspicion has ensnared his advisors into believing Tilva killed his own family to become the sole ruler of the planet. The woman he loves warned him of the attack, but he questions how she knew. Being the secretary of state makes her next in line to seize power.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tilva now faces a brutal world war. If he doesn't learn to trust someone, his fears and insecurities will be the cause of his own demise. In a final quest of trust, he may end this trauma, solidify his love, and reunite his planet - or betrayed by the one person he never dreamed possible step right into his killer's trap.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Please, leave me your comments telling me which you think is better and why.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And remember… Always stay in your write mind.</div>Orlandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10103458688711351378noreply@blogger.com8