Sudden Shifts

I’m trying to practice the concept of The Daily Post, and here’s a recent prompt.

You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.

The older I get, the more lessons I see in just about everything, and an adventure at the beach with my daughter Carrie and her four children four summers ago was no exception. Within the space of 30 minutes, I was reminded of a host of things.

On our way to the strand, we rode in and out of sunshine. Carrie expressed concern over the overcast skies, but I reminded her of how things could be sunny on the beach and raining like crazy of blocks away. We found a parking place at a beach access area, and within minutes we were basking in the Carolina sunshine and getting our feet wet in the warm water.

Carrie was snapping pictures right and left, and all was grand. Then suddenly, she shrieked, “It’s raining!” I turned around to see her gathering up our things, and about that time the sky fell in…or seemed to. Blinding sheets of rain pelted us, and wherever I looked, I saw people trudging, heads down, as fast as they could towards shelter. Then the wind picked up, and sand stung our legs.

In all of my decades of coming to the beach, I’ve never experienced such a deluge of rain and wind-borne sand. It was more than a little disconcerting, especially when I saw my little granddaughters, Emma and Brooke, screaming as they tried to wrap their towels around their tiny bodies. Around and around they spun.

Their older brother Braden didn’t look too happy either, but he managed to get his towel around his torso, thus protecting his skin from the stinging sand and pouring rain. I had the baby in my arms, and all I could see were his blue, blue eyes searching my face as if to ask, “What’s going on?”

Carrie got the truly necessary items, and we left the chairs behind as we made a dash to the car. Once inside, the children enjoyed their Fruit Snacks, and Baby Colton and I shared a banana while his mother closely monitored the weather. As an aside, it’s always good to be prepared for life’s storms.

Within five minutes, the downpour was over. The rain and wind ceased completely, and the sun popped out. The sky was a beautiful Carolina blue with only a few white fluffy clouds. We sat silently for about ten seconds, wondering if we had truly witnessed one of Mother Nature’s wildest and shortest storms or whether we had imagined it.

Satisfied that the coast was clear (literally), we again trudged down to the strand and got set up again. What followed was a delightful afternoon of fun and sun. While I pondered several lessons from experience, the primary one is that storms always pass; that’s nature’s way. This is true for “real life” too. The sun always comes out again, and sometimes the brightness is even more brilliant that before.

Sometimes our trials in life last much longer, but they always pass, and at some time, you’ll see a ray of brightness shining through. Even if it’s just a tiny glimmer, it can give you hope.

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Reading to Write

Have I been writing? Yes. In the past, I thought of writing as “working on a book.” Now I think of it in a different way. I don’t have to be working on a big project. I can be working on a scene for future use, recording a thought or memory in my journal, or polishing something I’ve already written. I can even be reading and call it research to improve writing.

Lately I’ve been working on my writing group’s anthology and doing a little of the above mentioned activities. Mostly though, I’ve been reading. I’m amazed at the ways different writers can use words to evoke feelings, describe a setting, or develop character. And dialogue…some of them can write some of the most realistic dialogue I’ve ever heard – er, read.

I needed a beach read the other morning and couldn’t find The Mastery of Love by Miguel Ruiz that I had taken to the strand the week before, so I selected a book off the shelf. My random choice was The Friendly Persuasion by Jessamyn West, and what a marvelous selection it has proven to be.

Ms. West begins the novel with a description of Jess Birdwell’s home, a white clapboard; his family, including his good wife Eliza, a Quaker minister; Jess’ business as a nurseryman; and the land surrounding his home, so beautiful in the fall that “heaven and earth seemed bound together.”

As I read the opening paragraphs, I thought, “This is too good to be true. There’s got to be a fly in the ointment somewhere.” Sure enough, here’s the sentence that informs the reader of Jess’ vague discontent: “Jess wasn’t completely happy, and for no reason anyone could have hit upon at first guess.” Turns out it was music Jess was pining for, and there follows a fascinating story of an organ purchase and a woman who sits on the cold snow-packed ground in protest.

I’m also reading Jane Martin: Selected Plays based on a recommendation by a writing workshop instructor. It’s an awesome book filled with plays and monologues. I’m not planning to write plays, but I would like to try my hand at monologues. Although it’s a tad embarrassing to admit, I didn’t even know what one was until last week!

At night, I’m reading Into the Land of Snows by Ellis Nelson. It’s on my iPad and is an evening choice because of the iPad’s backlight. Reading it has been educational, and I’ve learned about sherpas, monks, yetis, and the Himalayas. Although it seems to be a YA novel, it’s holding my interest.

But back to Jessamyn West’s novel. I found this classic  (my opinion) for $2 at a Friends of the Library Sale a couple of years ago. Lucky me. It’s a perfect book for actually studying the craft of writing. Whether I can improve my own efforts at scene and character description is another story.

What about you? What have you been reading and writing lately?

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Six Pack

Six pack. What was I supposed to do with that? It was prompt given to us in a monologue writing class that I attended Saturday. I was at the Intensive Day Workshop offered by the Rock Hill Chapter of SCWW (South Carolina Writers’ Workshop), an annual event that offers instruction, fun, food, and exposure to other writers and their ideas. I also learned about Sunscribe Publishers, a new publisher in South Carolina.

Nick, a member of the Camden chapter, and I arrived about 8:30, and after registering we pored over the program, marveling at the myriad of choices available and wondering which sessions to attend. After much deliberation, we decided on Create and Organize Your Story for Dramatic Effect; Using the Semiconscious Mind to Spur Creative Thought; How to Make Your Dialogue Snap, Crackle, and Pop; and The Art of Monologue.

Between morning and afternoon sessions, we ate boxed lunches from McAlister’s and listened to several authors read their work. While polishing off his chocolate chip cookie, Nick spotted a woman whose work he had admired last year. At last spring’s conference, she had read a fictitious story about a woman coming home to find a dead man in her bathtub. From the discovery to the solution, the tale was entertaining and “fun.” After lunch, Nick introduced himself to the author and bought her book.

As an aside, I deliberately added “fictitious” to the above because when Nick was telling one of our table mates about the story, someone asked, “OMG, what did she do??”

It would be impossible to recount all of the many things I learned at the Rock Hill workshop, so I’m going to list just a few of my notes:

  • After you’ve written your story, go over it again and add more details. Do it again.
  • It’s a moment in time for your character and you have to become that person. What does she see, smell? What kind of furniture does she have? What’s her favorite food? What does she do on a Saturday night? Does she have friends?
  •  Look at novels and see how they’re organized.
  •  You’ll need to interweave the character’s past and present.
  •  We don’t want the reader to ever be confused.
  •  The verb is the most important word in the sentence.
  • What goes into your story must be important enough to be included.
  • Metaphors pull your story up to a higher level.
  • Dialogue reveals character, unveils attitudes, discloses personalities, and divulges thoughts.
  • Use dialogue to drive your plot.

In our last session, Nick and I learned about the art of monologue. After reading several examples and teaching us what a monologue was, our instructor, Barbara Lawing, gave us some prompts to work with. I was crummy at this exercise, but some of my session-mates produced some amazingly good monologues using “six pack” as the prompt. Anxious to learn more about this type of writing, I ordered Jane Martin: Collected Plays from Amazon as soon as I got home.

Saturday was a day well-spent. We learned and laughed and rubbed shoulders with people who were trying to learn more about writing. I came home with a number of good ideas and a wealth of information and inspiration.


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Stories, Photos, and Poems

No major projects on the agenda right not, at least no huge ones (like a book) that I’m tackling all by my lonesome. My writing group, however, has something fun and exciting going on. We’re putting together an anthology that we hope to have completed by mid-October. Let me rephrase that to “that we will have completed by mid-October.”

We’ve changed our direction a couple of times, but now that we’ve read and critiqued the majority of the submissions, we’re focused and on target. We have a compilation of poems, stories, recipes (with accompanying tales), photographs, and good old memoire-type pieces. We’ve laughed, reminisced, encouraged, and edited for the past three or four meetings, and at last we think we’re getting somewhere.

Originally, our intention was to stick to holiday memories germane (if that’s not the appropriate word, maybe a member of the group will point it out) to the midlands, but that didn’t last long. Fifteen minutes tops. One of our members is from Germany, and although she immigrated to America three decades ago, she hasn’t lived in South Carolina but a few years. Hmmm. What to do? She wrote a lovely piece about baking Christmas cookies with her grandmother, and although the kitchen scene takes place in Germany, the feeling it evokes is a universal one.

Eventually the group expanded the book’s collection to include all sorts of nostalgic stories, including love stories of the “boy meets girl” variety and family reunions in the sweltering hot summertime. I’m working on one of the love stories, and although I knew that it wasn’t where it needed to be, I didn’t know how to make the story sing. The group gave me some suggestions last night, including one to “brief it up” in the beginning.

One of my favorite contributions so far tells of a Thanksgiving celebration that took place 14 years ago. My sweet mama had passed away in October, and three of her children and a few grandchildren gathered at her home that evening with some “take-in” food. At some point, we ended up in my parents’ bedroom rummaging through their old hats. Like kids playing dress-up, we each tried on several before finally settling on one of special meaning, and after the meal, my son-in-law took the above picture. The piece also includes memories from Thanksgivings-past, all conjured up by my mother’s cornbread stuffing recipe that I wanted to include in the anthology.

It probably hit me for the first time that evening: My family holidays with kith and kin in the manner I had known all of my life were over. Sure, I’d share turkey and dressing, red velvet cake, and other seasonal fare with various relatives each year, but my mother’s passing on October 20, 2000 marked the end of gatherings in the family home.

I personally know several individuals with tremendous writing skills who could benefit from our group AND add much to its composition. Two of them live in my neighborhood, and I hope they read this. Because of Mindy, I double and triple check my to-be verbs to make sure I haven’t overused them, and because of Doug, I watch out for gerunds. And now we’re joining forces to put together this awesome anthology. How else could that have happened for me?

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Anthologies, Novels, and Photographs

Just because I don’t post here every day doesn’t mean that I’ve put writing projects to the side. I earnestly try to follow the oft-seen instruction to write something daily even if it’s just a few phrases in my journal. My current projects include bits and pieces of two books and the resurrection of an old one. If that sounds confusing, let me explain.

The Camden chapter of the South Carolina Writers’ Workshop is putting together an anthology of stories, poems, recipes, and memories. The original idea was to create a collection of holiday tales, but as members began submitting work to be critiqued, the focus enlarged to include all sorts of contributions. The primary stipulation is that nostalgia permeate its pages. I’m working on my fourth entry now, a love story about two people who met in Camden fifty years ago. And yes, they’re still together.

When I worked full-time at Central Carolina, I was fortunate to work with some creative, hard working, talented, and zany folks who are writing something called Summer Novel. Each person involved writes a chapter based on the one that came before. I have NEVER written fiction, but when the project manager asked me to write a chapter, I thought, “Why not?” It’s just for fun…or so she said. I’ll just say that I’m glad I’d read The Alchemist the week before because it gave me some ideas.

And finally, a few years ago I began creating a book of what I perceived to be beautiful beach photographs with quotes, stories, and short paragraphs. I even held a contest promising to include the best entry in the future book. Then something happened. I started working on Crossing the Bridge, and that became so all-consuming that I put Seas the Day on the back burner.

Initially, the “beach book” was to include photographs taken from November to November with my iPhone. I included only pictures of Carolina coasts in the original collection. Now that I’m semi-retired and have more time to explore other shorelines, however, I’m expanding the Carolina coastlines to include those of  Georgia, Florida, Virginia, and Maine.

And did I mention that I’ve been reading, reading, reading? I call it research. As “they” say, good readers make good writers.

    • If I hadn’t read The Alchemist a couple of weeks ago, I might not have contributed to Summer Novel.
    • Today I’m going to finish The Orphan Train, a heart wrenching novel about Molly and Vivian and Dutchy, and I’m learning more about how to write fiction from it.
    • I’ve been reading The Mastery of Love by Miquel Ruiz on the beach each morning, and it’s given me much to ponder about how childhood relationships affect our psyches.

What’s your current writing project? What are you reading? Would you like to contribute a photograph or beach memory to Seas the Day?  I’d love that.




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Pier Encounter

A few months ago, one of my daughters and I were discussing my Facebook author page, and she diplomatically informed me that if I wanted people to like and follow it, I needed to add new information more regularly AND to offer free stuff and interesting content.

That sounded hard. I mean, how many free books can you give away? And what kind of information was Elizabeth talking about? I took the lazy route and hid the page. If hidden, I could resurrect it; if deleted, everything would be lost.

Lately I’ve been getting emails telling me that my author page needs a post or two. That’s an understatement since I haven’t posted anything there in months. When I read the most recent email, I just thought, “Guess I better delete it for good.” But then something happened.

Saturday I met a two-year college student on the Myrtle Beach State Park fishing pier. I was delighted to learn that he attends at Horry Georgetown Technical College, and we discussed some of his experiences (all positive) and instructors (again, all good). There are very few things I enjoy more than hearing good things about the two-year college experience, especially when the school is one where I was employed for 28 years.

Crossing the Bridge: Succeeding in a Community College and Beyond is about how to succeed in a community college. I wish I’d told my pier-fishing instructor about it Saturday. It’s too late for that, but it’s not too late for me to tell you about this helpful little book. To be successful in college (two-year or four-year), knowing the information in this book is beneficial.

I went to the Kindle app on my Mac and copied and pasted the following material from the Afterword:

Reading this book can be immensely helpful to you if you take the suggestions seriously. Each teacher thinks his or her subject matter is the most important one in the college, and I’m no exception. I believe that learning and applying psychological concepts such as self-efficacy and positive reinforcement can improve your life, and I KNOW that the application of the principles in this book will help you to be a more successful student and effective person.

But don’t take my word for it. Download the eBook to your phone, Kindle, iPad, or PC today. You’ll love the student stories, student quotes, and photographs.




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What If? What If? What If?

I thought I knew a lot when I wrote Eve’s Sisters, but now I realize that I was only just beginning to understand the women of the Bible. Each day I learn something new or I look at things in a different way. For instance, although I wrote about both Rahab and Naomi, I didn’t see a connection between the two until yesterday.

Were they both mothers-in-law to Ruth at different times in her life? Naomi was her first mother-in-law, the one we are most familiar with. Later, Rahab, the former prostitute marries Salmon, and their child Boaz marries Ruth. Their child is Obed who just happens to be in the genealogy of Christ. It’s true that God can use all kinds of people and that a person can’t always see the good things in store for her.

I realized Ruth’s connection to both women yesterday, Naomi who “went out bitter” and Rahab who hid the Israelite spies and instructed them on how to leave the city undetected. She only asked one little favor of the spies: Would you spare my family?” According to their agreement, Rahab left a red cord hanging from her window, and when the Israelites returned, God spared her, a foreigner and outsider who should have been killed.

One day Rahab meets Salmon. They marry and have Boaz and he grows up and marries an outsider from Moab, a woman named Ruth. They have a baby named Obed, and their great-grandson is King David.

No matter how dire the circumstances of your life, things can change for the better. Of course, things can change for the worse too, but in this situation, Rahab makes a wise decision to help the spies, she asks for help, and later she marries Salmon—all decisions that changed her status from a Canaanite prostitute to an Israelite wife and mother whose great-grandson was David.

Here’s a short excerpt from Eve’s Sisters about Ruth and Naomi:

Ruth’s decision to stay with Naomi had some far-reaching consequences. At her mother-in-law’s suggestion, Ruth gleaned in the fields of Boaz, a kinsman of Naomi, and at some point she attracted his interest. Naomi instructed Ruth to lie at his feet one night, and Boaz promised to seek her as his wife. Eventually the two marry, and Ruth gave birth to Obed, the father of Jesse who is the father of David. It’s mind boggling to realize that IF Ruth had not stayed with Naomi and IF she had not gleaned in the fields to find food for Naomi and her and IF she had not deliberately lain at the feet of Boaz, then the genealogy of Christ would have been different.

 Well, maybe so and maybe not. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and He would’ve found a way for His plan to work. I just can’t help but ponder the importance of little Obed and the significance of the choices of his parents and grandparents.

  • What if Ruth had not stayed with Naomi?
  • What if Rahab hadn’t spared the lives of the Israelite spies AND asked them to spare hers?
  • What if Rahab hadn’t met Salmon?
  • What if Ruth hadn’t agreed to glean in Boaz’ fields?
  • What if? What if? What if?

Don’t you think the ties between people are mysterious? Do these stories make you rethink some decisions? Do they make you see the significance of your choices? Do the stories of Naomi and Rahab give you hope for your future?




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It Even Has Pictures

Since I’ve begun writing on a more consistent basis, I’ve come across so much beneficial information that I can scarcely keep track of it all. Use strong verbs, write what you know, watch those “to be” verbs, and just do it are but the tip of the iceberg (excuse the cliché). No, actually, they’re the tip of the tip because there’s so much to learn.

A suggestion that I’ve seen several times is to write something that people might actually want to read. That’s funny, right? I mean, why would a person write something that no one wanted to read? Well, apparently, I’ve done just that with Crossing the Bridge: Succeeding in a Community College and Beyond.

While the book is doing “okay” both as an eBook and a hard copy, naturally I’d like to pump up the distribution a bit. Not because I need the $$ but because students need the information that I’m trying to share. Based on 35+ years of teaching experience, I know what challenges students face and how to help them manage their time, get a handle on stress, choose the right major, succeed in online courses, and a host of other topics.

But I’m not trying to convince you of that, Dear Reader. I’m just sharing some insight, insight that became more clear last week when talking with a colleague. She’s setting up an opportunity for me to discuss some of the book’s topics and is pondering the best approach to use.

“Our students just don’t read,” she said, her frustration and anguish coming through loud and clear across the miles.

“I’ve experienced that too,” I replied. “Every semester people ask if they have to read the textbook.”

In order to get students more engaged at the upcoming event, I’m putting together some activities to accompany some of the information in Crossing the Bridge. For starters, I’m thinking of developing a sample syllabus and having the participants locate information like test dates and assignment due dates. I’m also considering an inventory to help students recognize some of their skills, aptitudes, and interests. I might throw in a little Stephen Covey too. Maybe it would be fun for everyone to write a mission statement.

If it sounds like I’m going a little overboard, then maybe I am. It’s because as a psychology instructor I believe that learning and applying psychological concepts such as self-efficacy and positive reinforcement can improve a person’s life, and I KNOW that the application of the principles in Crossing the Bridge will help the reader to be a more successful student and effective person.

Now if I can just figure out how to get students to read the book and follow its suggestions. It’s a fun and informative book. It even has pictures!

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Rescue Me!

A couple of weeks ago I posted something about one of my favorite childhood books, The Little Red Hen, on my Mom’s Musings blog.

I had just read Sue Monk Kidd’s When the Heart Waits and was amused and somewhat gratified to see that she and I saw that little duty-bound chick in the same way. In fact, she was/is the personification of every self-sacrificing woman the world over. If you want to read more, then check out the blog. If you want to read a more sophisticated consideration of the hen and her story, read When The Heart Waits.

Tonight I’m writing a few words about Rapunzel, another childhood book elaborated on by Kidd. As I reflected on the story and how it affected me as a child, I must admit that the only thing I recalled was my envy of her long, lustrous locks. A practical child, I also wondered how she managed to shampoo and thoroughly rinse the golden tresses.

After reading Sue Monk Kidd’s take on Rapunzel, I have a different perspective and see applications of this trapped, helpless damsel everywhere. “Help me,” someone will plead. “Can’t you see how powerless I am?”

Imprisoned in a tower with no way of escape, Rapunzel’s singing attracts the attention of a handsome young prince. She lets down her hair so that the suitor can climb up for a visit. When the enchantress (witch?) who put her in the tower in the first place finds out about these clandestine visits, she gets so angry that she cuts Rapunzel’s hair and sends her away to fend for herself. Eventually, Rapunzel and the prince are reunited and live happily ever after. This is a fairy tale after all.

But back to the story. Rapunzel is in a high tower in the middle of the woods with no way to get out. There’s no staircase and no door. When the witch comes to see her, she says, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the golden stair.” Later, the prince says the same thing.

Did it never occur to Rapunzel that she and she alone was allowing them access to the tower? Didn’t she realize that she was enabling them? Didn’t she think of escaping?

Can you imagine being in such a situation? Don’t you know she was unhappy and wanted to get out? I wonder how she felt and what she must have thought when the witch and/or the prince left her for their lives outside of the tower. Why didn’t she do something to change her life?

 Sue Monk Kidd posed an interesting question, and so am I. Why didn’t Rapunzel cut her own hair, make a ladder of it, and climb down to freedom?

Do you know someone like Rapunzel who is unhappy in a relationship, job, or geographic location who keeps waiting for rescue? Someone who is waiting for the witch to come and cut her hair and set her free? I do.

What about someone who is waiting for his parents to give him permission to move to another town? Someone who despises his job but keeps hoping that one day things will improve? Someone who longs to meet that special someone but won’t do put forth the effort to meet him or her? I know those people too…and many more just like them.

In fact, there have undoubtedly been times when I’ve been the damsel waiting for rescue. There will probably be future times of futile waiting too. But when those times come, I’m going to remember Rapunzel and cut my own hair and climb out of the tower. At least I hope I’ll have the courage to rescue me. I hope you will too.

 Is there something in your life that’s keeping you trapped in a tower? What can you do to change?


Are you someone who’s already found the courage to “cut your own hair” and climb out of the tower?


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Working on Focus

Focus Jayne, Focus. Focus is my word of the year, the word that’s supposed to be a guiding force in my thinking and behaving. When I remember it, the term works like a charm.

Today I’m thinking of how focus pertains to my writing. Even though it might not be obvious to most people, I do manage to write a few lines every day. Yesterday I jotted down  a few things down about a recent trip to New Bern, NC , and that was it. Things like, “Taking the wrong turn somewhere and ending up going down this scenic road in the middle of nowhere (to us).” Maybe someday I’ll be able to use it in a blog or article.

But in the meantime, I’ve got some irons in the fire. I’ve also got clichés on the brain (works like a charm if you have irons in the fire).

Current irons in the fire:

Some pieces for a book that our local writing group is putting together. The book is to be an amalgam of stories, poems, remembrances, essays, and photos of Camden in days gone by. Originally, we planned a gift book filled with memories of Christmases past, but our focus has shifted. Nostalgia is now our goal. So far, I’ve enjoyed reading everyone’s contributions, and I know it’s going to be an interesting collection.

A beach book. Yes, I know this has been done, but then, hasn’t just about everything? One day I picked up a small book of photographs of the sky that were snapped with a cell phone. All of the pictures were taken within a year. I was astounded that a publisher would actually publish such a project, but there it was…page after page of blue skies and clouds and occasional kites or birds.

“I could do this with some of my beach pictures,” I thought. And I started on the project that very weekend. Using an iPhone, I took some breathtakingly gorgeous pictures of coastlines along the east coast of the United States. Although most were taken in South Carolina, there are several scenes from North Carolina and Maine. The completed beach book will have quotes, stories, and essays from various sources; two of my friends have already contributed essays.

Then there’s a teaching book that I’m toying with. Part memoir and part “how-to,” it should be helpful to at least a few people out there. I’m not presumptuous enough to think that I know everything there is to know about teaching because I don’t. I only know what worked well for me and for many of the other teachers I’ve had the honor of working with for nearly 40 years. 40 years. Unbelievable.

In addition to the above major projects, I want/need to submit some work that I’ve written. Why keep writing and not sending it out into the world? Fear of rejection? Fear of ridicule? Is fear also the reason that I don’t do much marketing? Or is that laziness?

Does anyone else have problems with staying focused? What are some of your writing challenges? And what about your current projects? I’m interested in hearing about those too. 

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