Sunday, May 22, 2022

Show and Tell

Maybe there’s room for both, telling as well as showing. It’s something to think about.
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

Most people say, "Show, don't tell," but I stand by Show and Tell, because when writers put their work out into the world, they're like kids bringing their broken unicorns and chewed-up teddy bears into class in the sad hope that someone else will love them as much as they do.
— Colson Whitehead

My job is to show and tell. If I get better at showing and telling then presumably I get hired more.
— Tom Hardy

Do you remember “show and tell” from your primary school days? Most schools don’t do that anymore, which I think is a shame. We had a lot of fun with it, and sometimes you could actually learn something from what the other kids brought in. Often, when you brought something in to “show” you also ended up having to “tell” the class something about it.

When it comes to writing, a lot of people have trouble showing instead of telling the story. Fiction is all about forging an emotional link between the author and the reader. You want to make your writing vivid enough to grab a reader’s attention and draw them into the story.

Good writing should evoke sensation in the reader and one of the best ways to do this is by creating vivid images that immerse readers in the world of the fiction. Do this by showing the readers what’s happening, not just telling them.

Don’t just say “it’s raining”, help the reader experience the storm. Involve the emotions. Take fear, for instance. Fear is a strong emotion with a great many ways to describe it - the stomach gets tied in knots, breaking out in a sweat, shivering, uncertainty in the eyes, huddling in a ball, a strong urge to run away. . .

Another way of doing this is by using the five senses. Have your character see what’s around them, taste the smooth silky flavor of the latte they’re drinking, feel the softness of the kitten’s fur beneath their hand, hear the wind shushing through the trees, and smell the ozone in the air from a storm.

You want your reader invested in the character. You want the reader inside the action. That's the sign of good writing . . . to pull the reader out of his ordinary life and put him in the middle of someplace else.

Many writers resort to telling because they believe the reader won't get the point if they don't. Often writers tell, then show, to make sure they get their point across, in effect treating their readers like morons. But the truth is that when you take out the telling, the showing remains.

But telling also has its place. Telling will slow things down. A story that’s non-stop action can be exhausting for the reader. After an extended, action-filled scene, narrative (telling) can give the reader a break. It also varies the story’s rhythm.

Telling can also be used to transition between scenes. A brief event can smooth the way between bits of action or character interaction, without leaving an illogical gap or a sudden, unintentional jump in time.

The mark of a good writer is the ability to use both showing and telling to their best advantage. A successful story is one that has a balance between the two, and only you, as the writer, can decide how much should be shown, and how much should be told.

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Kind of a so-so week last week. I got my posts up, and on time, but didn’t do much beyond that (writing wise). My serial story is winding down so I’ve started thinking about what I’ll be doing next for Fiction Fridays.

Blog Posts –
322 (included in blog posts)

Total words: 3,159

Three-minute words –

Goals For Next Week:
Write something other than my three-minute words and blog posts. Decide what I’m going to do for Fiction Fridays once the serial is done.

The mediocrity of the week extended to my editing. I managed 50 more pages of Magickal Misfire, but it should have been a lot more. Unfortunately, one of the time slots I’d designated for editing got used for something else.

Goal For Next Week:
Keep up the good work on Magickal Mayhem.

This time I didn’t forget, I just didn’t wanna. My car was in the shop for an oil change and they decided the front brakes needed replacing, and it was a rainy, miserable day which tends to make me rainy and miserable.

Goal For Next Week:
Submit two flash stories and one poem.

C’mon, I set up my Paperwhite, what more do you want from me? *sigh* I can only blame the weather for so much. It was a crappy week, weather-wise, which put me in a crappy mood, and I just wasn’t up to learning anything new.

Goal For Next Week:
Do something else technical or educational (like access one of my tutorials).

Two weeks in a row with a new form and a new poem! I think I’ve been away from doing the forms long enough that I’ve found a new interest in them.

Goal For Next Week:
Share a new poetry form and new poem.

Kind of a mediocre week for crafts too. I got one side of my canvas tote bag stamped, but just one side. I didn’t want the other side rubbing off while I was working on the first one. I also got the granddaughter’s dragon transferred onto some blue material for her pillow. Then I put the ironing board away so I could set up my sewing machine to work on some other stuff. LOL

Goal For Next Week:
Work on pillow. Finish sansevieria. Start embroidery on tote bag.

Last week I read The Next Always, The Last Boyfriend, and The Perfect Hope, by (you guessed it!) Nora Roberts. I barely started Sea Swept, also by Nora Roberts, and just for variety started The Bookshop of Second Chances, by Jackie Fraser.

On the Paperwhite I read The Bear’s Chosen Mate, by Vivian Arend, which was perfectly yummy. ;-)

Goal For Next Week:
Finish the latest Nora Roberts if I must, and then put her away for awhile. I have many other books waiting to be read.

My blog posts were up, and all on time. It’s so much easier when I stay on top of things. And I managed a new poetry form. However, that was the only writing I did, which is a little disappointing. I did get some editing done though.

I did not get anything sent out for publication, nor did I do anything technical on Tuesday.

I just couldn’t seem to settle on a craft, and ended up getting little done there. I got caught up looking at cross stitch patterns, and when I went online to order my father-in-law a pair of shoes, Amazon tempted me with these little metal charms that would be perfect for my appliqué work. No, I did not resist temptation. I ordered three different bags of them.

So . . . last week was kind of three steps forward, two steps back. But I’m sill moving in the right direction so let’s hope I can keep it up.

Happy writing.

Friday, May 20, 2022

The Cave – Part Nineteen

To quickly recap: Friends Eve and Sara were rock climbing and stumbled across a large cave with primitive drawings on its walls. A rock slide traps them inside. Having little choice, they go deeper into the cave, hoping to find another exit. The cave system seems to be a mixture of natural and man-made and the further into it they go, the stranger Eve starts acting. Just as Sara thinks they’re getting close to a way out, Eve shoves her off of a ledge into a chasm. Now they must each find their way. But there's something else going on as well . . . Sara knows part of what’s happening, but Eve is caught in a dangerous web.

The fungus was every bit as unpleasant as Eve remembered. She ate slowly, not to savor it but to keep from getting sick as she did before. Once the cramping in her stomach eased she stopped and broke off several large pieces for later. This time she had her empty pack with her and she stuffed it full of the fungus, then made her way back to the mosaic.

The pile of stones she’d gathered had diminished from the repairs she’d made. She needed more if she was to finish repairing the mosaic and complete the spiral. Sinking slowly to the ground she felt like weeping at the thought of returning to where she’d found the loose stones. It was so far, and she was so tired. Her eyes closed.

Above her, a ripple of light passed over the mosaic. It followed the pattern but when it got to the spiral it pulsed once and then disappeared. Eve woke with a start.

This wasn’t gathering new stones. She needed to go, she needed to hurry. Time was growing short. Scrambling to her feet, she dumped the fungus from her pack into a pile and stuffed her empty water bottles inside. She would be passing right by where she’d found the water, she might as well fill them up.

First things first though. She must get the stones. As an afterthought she stuffed a couple of pieces of the fungus in her pack as well, just in case she got hungry. Eve followed the shortcut passage, never stopping, never hesitating until she returned to the section of the cave system where she’d found the stones used in the mosaic.

This time she chose the stones more carefully, rejecting three for every one she put in the pack. She ate the fungus she’d brought with her absently; the empty bottles went back into the mesh. Her movements slowed. She was so thirsty. Why hadn’t she stopped for water? She could have brought it with her and got more on her return. The stones she’d been gathering began to glow.

Shaking her head, she continued with her task until her pack was full once more. It was all she could do to shoulder her pack. Stumbling, she almost fell. The stones began to pulse as she staggered back the way she’d come. She had to keep going, no matter the cost.

Eve had only a vague recollection of the cul-de-sac with the trickle of water. Her thinking was so muddled that she might have imagined it. She hoped not. Thirst was growing with every step she took back towards the split.

If she’d had the tears to spare, she would have wept when she found it. Her pack slid to the ground. Unable to wait, she plunged her face into the shallow bowl of water and drank deeply.

The water was cool and refreshing and she felt immeasurably better when she raised her head, gulping air instead. She filled the first two bottles but had to wait until the bowl filled again before filling the third.

She took a few moments to rest. The fog in her mind started to clear away. Suddenly, she realized she’d left her lantern in the cave with the mosaic, but she could see without it. How was this possible?

A shiver went up her spine. This wasn’t natural. There was something very strange going on. Grabbing up her water bottles she stuffed them into the mesh on her pack, then eyed the load of stones. There was no reason she had to lug all these stones so far. She could leave half of them here and come back for them later.

She reached out her hand to do just that but stopped just short of touching the flap. Trying again she felt a stir of panic when she wasn’t able touch the clasp that held her pack closed. Looked like she could either leave them behind or take all of them with her. The stones began to glow once more as she shouldered the pack.

By the time she made her way back to the cave with the mosaics, her thoughts were no longer her own again. She went directly over to the abstract mural and just stood there in front of it. Everything became clear to her again. She was here to finish the mural. It was her sole purpose.

Eve began placing the stones with care, slower this time, taking a break as needed for a bite of fungus or a sip of water. She must not fail. She would not fail. She would finish the mural and all would be right with the world. Freedom beckoned.

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Missed an installment? Catch up here: Part OnePart TwoPart ThreePart FourPart FivePart SixPart Seven, Part Eight,  Part NinePart TenPart ElevenPart Twelve, Part ThirteenPart FourteenPart FifteenPart SixteenPart SeventeenPart Eighteen 

Wednesday, May 18, 2022


The Ovillejo is a somewhat complicated Spanish form, dating back to the 1600s. It consists of ten lines – three rhyming couplets and a quatrain written as a redondilla. There is also a strict syllable count.

The first line of each couplet is eight syllables long, and presents a question. The second line is three or four syllables, and presents an answer or an echo.

The first three lines of the quatrain have eight syllables, summarizing the couplets, while the final line consists of the repetition of lines two, four, and six. But wait! That’s not all. The first line of the quatrain rhymes with the last couplet, and the next two lines of the quatrain rhyme with each other.

Got it? Maybe this will make it a little easier:

x x x x x x x a
x x x a

x x x x x x x b
x x x b

x x x x x x x c
x x x c

x x x x x x x c
x x x x x x x d
x x x x x x x d
line 2, line 4, line 6

This was actually an interesting form to work in. The question and answer. Once I got my head wrapped around the question/answer thing, I found the long/short lines had an interesting rhythm. And I really liked the way the last line wrapped it all up.

Searching For Answers

Where have all of the answers gone;
conclusions drawn.

How many questions left unasked;
intrigue unmasked.

Who is keeping the answers true;
they have no clue.

I have questions with answers due,
I seek the truth, it eludes me.
The truth is meant to set us free.
Conclusions drawn. Intrigue unmasked. They have no clue.

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Pacing Yourself

Life is a marathon, not a sprint; pace yourself accordingly.
— Amby Burfoot

Pace yourself, pace yourself, pace yourself. And take time to rest. I guess if you don't rest and rejuvenate, then you harden, and I don't want to harden.
— Haley Bennett

Pace yourself in your reading. A little bit every day really adds up. If you read during sporadic reading jags, the fits and starts will not get you anywhere close to the amount of reading you will need to do. It is far better to walk a mile a day than to run five miles every other month. Make time for reading, and make a daily habit of it, even if it is a relatively small daily habit.
— Douglas Wilson

So last week I was super late with this post. Normally I write it on Saturday night and schedule it to appear on Sunday, but I was super tired and figured I’d have plenty of time to do it in the morning. And I might have, if I hadn’t forgotten how time consuming the actual wordage report part of these posts can be.

Then it took me a while to come up with a topic for this section, and then I had to hunt up appropriate quotes for the topic. And then, of course, I had to do a little research so I’d sound like I knew what I was talking about.

So what does this have to do with pacing yourself, you ask? Well, nothing really, except that I started working on the wordage report of this post yesterday, and got to thinking about how one of the advantages of reading books I’ve read several times before is that it’s easier to read just one chapter and then do something else for a while rather than gorge on the whole thing at once, and in between chapters I could do other stuff – edit for a while, read a chapter, write for a while. I figured I was finally learning to pace myself, and voila! I found my blog topic.

Which is my segue into the importance of pacing in writing. Pacing is crucial to the flow of your story and keeping the reader interested. It affects the mood of the story, allowing your reader to connect with the characters.

There needs to be a balance. If your story is too fast paced, you’ll tire out your readers. Too slow and you’ll bore them. You’ll find the balance also depends on what kind of story you’re writing. Thrillers are faster paced than character driven stories.

Descriptive passages will slow things down while dialogue and action will speed things up. Slowing down the pacing of the action at key places can build suspense, while speeding it up will have your readers on the edge of their seats. The length of your sentences and paragraphs can help control the pace as well – long ones tend to slow things down, and short ones will speed things up.

Start with action to draw the reader in, and once you have them hooked you can start filling in the details. Break up long sections of description with a bit of action or dialogue so the story doesn’t become boring. Then break up long sections of action or dialogue with some well-placed description to give your reader a breather.

To build suspense, reveal your details in small doses. Showing speeds up the pace; telling slows it down. Read your scene out loud to see where you should speed the story up and where you should slow it down

And don’t forget to pace yourself.

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Considering how busy my week was, I’m surprised I got so much done. But it’s a good feeling all the same, and I’m getting the urge to write again *knock on wood*. Who knows, maybe I’ll even start something new this week.

Blog Posts –
246 (included in blog posts)

Total words: 3,241

Three-minute words –

Goals For Next Week:
Return to doing a three-minute word each day, rather than doing seven of them in one day. Write something other than my three-minute words and blog posts. Maybe even try my hand at the prompt Writers Digest sent me.

It was a good week for editing. I finished Beet Down by Jamie DeBree, and sent it back to her. It’s always so much more fun to edit someone else’s work, and even more so when it’s a writer who knows what they’re doing. :-)

And hold onto your socks, people. I actually got some editing done on Magickal Mayhem too. A total of 53 pages worth of editing. Woohoo!

Goal For Next Week:
Keep up the good work on Magickal Mayhem.

This time I did forget about sending anything out. I honestly don’t know what my problem is there, but I do know nobody is going to buy my work if I don’t start sending it out.

Goal For Next Week:
Submit two flash stories and one poem.

Be still my heart! I finally set up my Kindle Paperwhite. It was both easier, and harder, than I expected. Easier, because pretty much all I had to do was connect it to my WiFi and sign into my Amazon account. Harder, because my books are all just sitting there in a big lump. Also, I couldn’t figure out how to turn it off – and then I discovered they don’t actually turn off, not completely. I’m sure once I get used to it, I’ll love it just as much as my old one.

Goal For Next Week:
Do something else technical or educational (like access one of my tutorials).

Not only did I get my poetry post up on time, I spotlighted a new form. AND I had fun doing it.

Goal For Next Week:
Share a new poetry form and new poem.

My stitchery guild had the second needle felting class, and I came home with a totally adorable mini cactus. I have since done a second one, and now I’m working on a sansevieria. Who knew stabbing sharp needles through yarn could be so much fun?

Before I could embroider something on my tote back, I had to remove the blurred design I ironed on a week ago. It wasn’t as easy to remove as I thought it would be, and while waiting for it to dry, I started a blue pillow for the granddaughter with the dragon she drew for me on it.

Goal For Next Week:
Finish pillow. Finish sansevieria. Start embroidery on tote bag.

Last week I finished Blood Magic, and then read Jewels of the Sun, Tears of the Moon and Heart of the Sea, by Nora Roberts. I also read my carrot book - Immortal Rising, by Lynsay Sands, which I felt I was entitled to because I caught up on other stuff.

Goal For Next Week:
Find something other than Nora Roberts to read.

My blog posts were up, and other than last Sunday they were all on time. It’s so much easier when I start working on them earlier on the day before they’re due.

It was mostly a good week. I got my writing done, I got my editing done, I even shared a new poetry form. I didn’t submit anything for publication, but I did set up my Paperwhite finally. I figured it was stupid to be reading the same books over and over when I had 2,000 unread books sitting in a cloud waiting for me to access them.

I feel like I’m finally making a few steps in the right direction, and I can only hope that next week will be even better.

Happy writing.

Friday, May 13, 2022

The Cave – Part Eighteen

To quickly recap: Friends Eve and Sara were rock climbing and stumbled across a large cave with primitive drawings on its walls. A rock slide traps them inside. Having little choice, they go deeper into the cave, hoping to find another exit. The cave system seems to be a mixture of natural and man-made and the further into it they go, the stranger Eve starts acting. Just as Sara thinks they’re getting close to a way out, Eve shoves her off of a ledge into a chasm. Now they must each find their way. But there's something else going on as well . . . and Sara has just started to figure out what it is.

Sara still wasn’t a hundred percent sure she wasn’t dreaming all this – the hike, the cave, the cave-in … But here she was, who knows how deep underground after having been pushed off a ledge by her best friend and then being swept away by a river.

“Maybe I inhaled some mushroom spores on our hike and I’m hallucinating this whole thing,” Sara muttered. The fact that she didn’t recall seeing any mushrooms didn’t really matter, it made more sense than the alternative.

You are the champion . . .

Was the voice a whisper in the air, or just in her mind? She decided that it didn’t really matter.

“I’m nobody’s champion,” Sara aloud. She was just a CPA who had gone hiking with a friend and fallen down a rabbit hole.

You must complete the seal and stop the evil . . .

“And how am I supposed to do that?” she asked in frustration.

You will find the way . . .

For guardian spirits they didn’t seem all that helpful, Sara decided. It would serve them right if she just stayed here and waited to be rescued. Her leg was fine now, she had food, she had water, she could last for several days, maybe even go back to following the river.

Sara let out a gusty sigh. whatever else was going on, she knew deep down in her soul that she had to finish this. Whatever this was. And that meant finding her way back to where the mosaics were and probably confronting Eve.

“Can I ask you a question?” Sara didn’t wait for a reply. “You said your leader created the mosaic with the great seal, but what about the paintings in the first cave. Did you, or she, do those as well?”

There was a long pause. We do not know . . .

It made her wonder. Maybe the paintings had been a first attempt at creating a seal. Or maybe they pre-dated the arrival of the guardians. It was an interesting puzzle, but not one she really needed to solve right now.

Her back pack, that she knew she’d left behind before jumping in the river, was lying beside her. Resigned, she stowed the remaining food in it as well as the stoppered bottle which, to her surprise, held some kind of juice, not water. With no idea how long she was going to have to make it last, she’d have to remember to eat and drink sparingly.

Climbing to her feet, she shouldered her pack.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m ready. How do I get back to where I need to be?”

This way . . .

There were three exits from the cave Sara had awoken in and she felt a tug towards the one on her left. Picking up her battered lantern, she entered the passage. A sudden thought occurred to her.

“I know this lantern was supposed to have an extra long battery life, but it’s been days. Have you somehow been recharging it?”

Yes . . .

“Oh. Well, thank you for that.” Another thought occurred to her. “And what about Eve? Has this evil entity been recharging hers for her? Never mind,” she added. “I guess it would only make sense.”

Sara shook her head slightly. She should be terrified, or at least freaked out by her situation. Maybe the guardian spirits were doing something to her that kept her calm. Maybe she really had gone crazy.

Hurry . . .

She caught the sense of urgency in the guardian’s voice, whisper, whatever, and quickened her steps. Did this mean Eve was getting close to finishing the mosaic that would let the evil out? And just how, exactly, was she supposed to stop her? It couldn’t hurt to ask.

“How am I supposed to stop Eve from completing her mural?”

You will find a way . . .

“Well that’s real helpful,” Sara muttered.

Finish the great seal . . .

“Oh, sure. Easy peasy.” She couldn’t seem to help the snark that crept into her voice. But then she was feeling a little snarky. If the guardians were to be believed, there was a lot riding on so little information. She had a feeling it was going to be a far more daunting task than she imagined. It was easy, they would have finished it themselves.

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Missed an installment? Catch up here: Part OnePart TwoPart ThreePart FourPart FivePart SixPart Seven, Part Eight,  Part NinePart TenPart ElevenPart Twelve, Part ThirteenPart FourteenPart FifteenPart SixteenPart Seventeen 

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Treochair Poetry Form

I’ve been reading a lot of books set in Ireland lately, so it just seemed natural to pick an Irish poetry form this week.

The Treochair seems to be a simple form at first, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to write. It can have as few or as many tercets (three-line stanzas) as you wish. There are three syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and seven in the third. The first and third lines rhyme.

Now, if you want to get really traditional about it, you should use as much alliteration as you can manage. It can also contain cywddydd (harmony of sound) and dunadh (where the beginning and ending of the poem have the same word). To be honest, I was so concerned about getting the rhyme and syllable count right that the rest completely slipped my mind.

Not much of a schematic for you, but here it is:



… and so forth

And here’s my example:

My Winter Soul

Shuttered eyes;
I escape into dreamtime
even though it is unwise

to hide from
the world instead of facing
what I fear, what makes me numb.

When I wake,
dissatisfaction still there
nothing solved, head and heart ache

for something
I cannot see or touch or feel –
my winter soul, never spring

Sunday, May 8, 2022


I think Hemingway's [book] titles should be awarded first prize in any contest. Each of them is a poem, and their mysterious power over readers contributes to Hemingway's success. His titles have a life of their own, and they have enriched the American vocabulary.
— Sylvia Beach

Sentimental titles are the last bastion of scoundrels, and can add significant barf to an already barfy work.
— Robert Genn

A good title holds magic, some cognitive dissonance, a little grit between the teeth, but above all it is the jumping-off place into wonder.
— Barbara Kingsolver

Those who don’t write may find this hard to believe, but coming up with a title for a story/book is one of the hardest parts of the whole thing. A title needs to hook your reader, draw him in. It needs to generate interest without giving away too much of the plot. And most of all, it needs to be memorable

Would Gone With The Wind, by Margaret Mitchell been as much of a success under its original title of Tomorrow Is Another Day? Would War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy, have become a classic had it been called All’s Well That Ends Well, as it almost was?

One of the names considered for The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, was Among Ash-Heaps and Millionaires. Bram Stoker, at one time, had thought to call his novel, Dracula, The Dead Un-Dead. John Steinbeck was originally going to call his classic Of Mice and Men simply Something That Happened. And The Sound and the Fury, by William Faulkner, was almost called Twilight.

The book I’m currently working on, Magickal Mayhem, started out as Wandering Wizards, then became Blood Ties, before settling in as Magickal Mayhem. And even now, I’m kind of waffling on whether it should be that, or Magick and Mayhem. I guess I won’t really know until I start on the book cover design. And at the rate I’m doing the final edits, that’s going to be a while.

A good book title needs to be unique. It creates the first impression a potential reader has for a book. It sets the tone and hints at the genre, and most of all, draws the reader in.

A few things to keep in mind when trying to come up with a book/story title:
1. Make it memorable.
2. Make sure it’s appropriate for the genre.
3. Make sure it stirs the reader’s interest.
4. Use a subtitle for clarification.
5. Run it by a few friends/colleagues for feedback.
6. If it’s easy to pronounce, it’ll be easy to remember.
7. Try and make sure it won’t be confused with another book.

I say try with that last one because with the plethora of self publishing going on, sometimes it’s really hard to come up with something that hasn’t been already used. But even back when most publishing was done traditionally, there were still books published with the same title, but different authors. One that springs to mind is the science fiction book, Millennium. I read this book by Ben Bova in 1976, and then I read it by John Varley in 1983 – both excellent books by well known science fiction authors, both very different stories.

But as Shakespeare once said, “A rose by any other name . . .”

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I had another one of those weeks where I honestly don’t know what I did with my time. It’s kind of disconcerting to look back on the week and not know where it went. The blog posts were fairly easy, but I did not write any extra poetry, or anything beyond my three-minute words. Not a very writerly week, to be sure

Blog Posts – 1,350+759+629+892=3,630


Total words: 3,758 words

Three minute words – 87+95+96+105+102+106+119=710

Goals For Next Week:
Write a poem, write a story, get something done other than my three minute words and blog posts. Maybe even keep better track of what I’m doing.

I’m well over the halfway point in Beet Down by Jamie DeBree. I was hoping to finish it over the weekend, but I spent yesterday in Toronto with the daughter, which was a lot of fun but didn’t get any editing done.

Goal For Next Week:
Finish editing Beet Down, and get back to Magickal Mayhem.

I didn’t forget about Marketing Monday, exactly, but it was the one day of the week I remember being busy. I had an appointment in the morning, and the pleasure of the grand daughter’s company in the afternoon.

Goal For Next Week:
Submit two flash stories and one poem.

I don’t even have a zoom meeting as an excuse for blowing off Techno Tuesday last week.

Goal For Next Week:
Do something technical.

I only managed to write two of the three poems I had left over from the PAD challenge, and that was pretty much it for poetry last week. But I like the idea of doing a weekly poetry form, so that’s what I’m going to do. Starting with this week, I’m going to offer a new poetry form.

Goal For Next Week:
Share a new poetry form and new poem.

I failed to start a new craft. But I have an excuse. I was considering which transfers to use on this unbleached cotton tote bag I have, but before I start that project I thought I’d whip up another cross-stitched name tag for my in-person stitchery meeting (which will be this Tuesday). The red thread on black aida cloth is okay, but it’s a little plain and I didn’t leave much room to embellish it. Plus, everybody else has white name tags (with colourful embellishments).

I thought it might be nice to have my full name, which meant I’d have to use smaller lettering. Unlike with embroidery, you can’t just shrink down cross stitch pattern because it’s on a grid. I wasted two evenings scouring the internet for a pattern to use, then finally gave up and ordered a couple of books from Amazon. They came Friday, but then I had to pick from over 100 alphabets, which also was rather time consuming. Hopefully I’ll get to it later today.

Goal For Next Week:
Cross stitch new name tag. Start embroidery on tote bag.

Last week I finished Born in Shame, and then read The Dark Witch, and Shadow Spell, and I’m just about finished Blood Magick by Nora Roberts. After that I’d like to give Nora a rest for a while, but no promises.

Goal For Next Week:
Find something other than Nora Roberts to read.

Once again my only claim to fame is that I got all my blog posts up, even if they weren’t all on time. I also got my three-minute words done, but I admit it’s not some of my best writing.

While I did write two of the three poems I had leftover from the PAD challenge, that was pretty much it. Just to keep an oar in the water, I’m going to go ahead and commit to a poetry post every Wednesday. Or maybe that means I should be committed. ;-)

Have not yet started any of those tutorials I paid for. And I didn’t even get any crafting done

Not a great week overall, but hopefully this week will be better.

Happy writing.