31 Days of...?

There are several many bloggers starting 31 Days of {Something} today, and I'm excited to have plenty of reading to do this month. Last year I participated in Victoria's 31 Days of Writing {which you can view on my Creative Writing page above}, and that was really fun {and exhausting, but mostly fun}.

This year, though, I don't think I'm going to participate in a formal 31 Days-style. 2014 has been the year of link-ups, and while it's been wonderful to join with bloggers in various conversations, I've been feeling like I've lost my voice a bit on this blog. It's almost like I've forgotten how to blog without a prompt, and so I want to practice that a bit more. It's scary admitting that, but then again, so is the rest of this blogging thing...

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I could make the commitment to post just something for 31 days, but I think that a) misses the point for me, and b) would drive my OCD self a tad crazy. My blogging goal for 2014 was to post twice a week, and I've definitely been on track for that, but now I want to hone in and make at least one post a week something that is from me, without a prompt or link-up or anything.

What will you write about, Bek?
You are wise to ask, my friend! There are a few topics that I'd like to either start or continue writing about.

I've shared a little bit about essential oils and I'd like to a) start using them more and b) write about them a bit more, too. A TON of bloggers use oils to prevent their children from getting sick, and while that is wonderfully awesome and will be useful in the future, it's not super relevant to my single life right now. So I'd like to hopefully learn and then share how I use oils.

Also, remember that I'm working on the funds for doula certification? Well, thanks to an abundance of babysitting and tutoring jobs, it looks like I will be starting the certification process in about two weeks!! Woohoo! I am so so so excited to begin this journey in earnest, and I will do my best to keep y'all posted as I go.

I've been mulling over the concept of feminism and various related topics, and I have a handful of drafts written, and I think I may actually hit publish on a few of them this month. If you have comments, questions, concerns, ideas, or anything else about "women's issues," please let me know - I'd love to start some conversations and hear your perspectives.

Finally, since Autumn is upon us, it is time to break out the crochet hook and make snuggly items! Hopefully I will be sharing some projects and patterns, etc., so stay tuned for that.

Thanks for listening, friends. Happy October!

31 Days of Writing: Day Thirty-one "Worst Costume"

What's the worst Halloween costume you've ever seen?

I get that some people are full of puns, but sometimes you just need to step it up a notch.

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Also, this list is literally FULL of "office" costumes... because you have to be somehow work-related if you're dressing up at work? Please no.

Speaking of dressing up at the office, it didn't happen today. Apparently I heard Mom say that I could dress up, but she actually said that I could wear a headband with ears. And Dad said that I could dress up as a young professional in the workplace. Otherwise known as zzzzzz asleep! Oh well. Frankenstein tonight, dressed as part of the Fantastic Fox Family! :D Could we fit a few more F's in that sentence, por favor?

Just a note on 31 Days of Writing, since today is the last day:

Victoria, thank you for hosting this brilliant conglomeration of prompts. I have so enjoyed letting my creative juices flow, and I've loved reading your work. Feel free to host another one of these link-ups in a couple
months!

Readers, have you enjoyed the past 31 days? What was your favorite prompt and/or response? Do you have any suggestions for next time?

**linking up with Victoria - the costumes she's shared are truly frightening!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Thirty "Wild Card 6"

The thing with getting into this creative writing brain wave is that sometimes it's hard to get out of it. I had a really great blog post thought yesterday, but now I can't remember it. So instead, I will share Halloween plans, because, um, hello, it's tomorrow!

In the office: I'm considering dressing up as Rosie the Riveter. I have a Rosie apron from my grandmother {who was a Rosie, woot!} and then I figured I could roll up my sleeves and put a scarf on my head. Easy and office appropriate, right? I just don't want to be the random kid who dressed up when all the adults are in their regular attire. We'll see. It might be worth it just to wear jeans on a non-Friday :)

For Frankenstein: Samara and Cami and I are going as the Fantastic Fox Family! :D Have you seen Fantastic Mr. Fox? It's totes adorbs, and we have fox costumes!!! Samara is Mr. Fox, Cami is Mrs. Fox, and I am their son Ash.

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Ash is the one on the right with the thing on his head. Yep. You'll see pictures soon :) It's gonna be fantastic...get it? Fantastic?

Well, that's really all I've got. Oh wait. There's one more thing.

The library emailed me yesterday to let me know that after placing a hold on August 28th, a book is finally here for me to read. Can you guess what would be in such high demand that it took more than two months to get here? Think deep, spiritual thoughts and prepare to be....

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WRONG! This book is neither deep nor spiritual, so HA! :) But it promises to be a crack-up and I am so looking forward to getting into to it tonight {"oh! naughty!" to quote Miranda herself}. 

Anyway, have a wonderful Hump Day!

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**linking up with Victoria**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-nine "Spooky"

What's the spookiest thing you've ever done?

It didn't start out with a mission to be spooky. My friends and I were just going to go through the corn maze...at sunset...the night before Halloween...without flashlights. What can I say? We were in high school and dumb.

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At first, we were goofing around and scaring each other by jumping out of the corn and yelling or tickling someone else's neck with a piece of dried corn husk. A few people would run ahead and hide, then reach out and grab someone as the group came by. We were all screaming and laughing and having a good time.

Then we heard a noise. It was like a tractor engine, but louder and deeper. The ground rumbled beneath our feet. Not too frightening, except that the farm owners had told us that everyone stopped working at dusk, right as we had entered the maze. No one should be out on a tractor; we were the last group to go through the maze, thanks to the farmer being Jack's uncle. 

We all looked at each other; no one was screaming now. Almost as one unit, we squished onto the path together and continued to follow the maze. No one admitted to anything, but we were all freaked out and wanted to leave the corn maze as soon as we could.

After a few twists and turns through the maze, we started to get concerned. Hadn't we been here before? we were all wondering. I mean, it is a maze, but we were teenagers. Surely we could figure this little maze out, right?

"LOOK!" Christy yelled. A mitten lay on the ground in front of us, looking especially purple under the glow of the flashlight..looking especially like my mitten. I checked my pockets. 

"It's mine!" I confirmed loudly, confidently. I wanted to sound brave, but then I realized that a lost-turned-found mitten realized that we had no idea how to get out of the maze. A wave of fear washed over the group. And then we heard that same noise again. 

Matt took charge. "Alright, everyone, it's a simple maze. We can do this. Everybody hold hands with someone else. We're going to go through this together. Put flashlights every few people and shine them in all directions. That way the front of the group can see the back of the group and we won't take any wrong turns, alright? And no smart alecks, ok? Let's get out of here and save the scary stuff for later."

We mumbled our agreement and arranged ourselves in the directed order. I held hands with my best friend Joy and her brother Dale, who carried a flashlight. Feeling like small children instead of cool teenagers, we made our way through the corn maze. 

Matt must have been an experienced hiker, because he led us out of the maze with only a couple dead end turns. Relief flooded through my body as I exited the maze. The farmer's house lights shone on us, and we made our way to our cars.

Afterwards, Jack told us that his uncle told him that the noise was a sound effect for the maze, and it was attached to motion sensors, one of which would go off even without a motion. That explained the noise. In the daylight, the maze is simple and fun. But my friends and I try to avoid corn mazes at night. We know how spooky they can be in the dark. 

**linking up with Victoria!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-eight "Pursue an Idea"

Did you stumble upon any interesting ideas through the past 27 prompts? If so, use this day to pursue one of them.

The month of October is almost over- yikes! I really can't believe that this 31 Days segment is almost over. I've really enjoyed getting into the creative side of writing, although I have missed the heart-to-heart "conversations" that are non-fiction {otherwise known as story of my life}.

Have I found some interesting ideas? Yes, actually, but not all of them are plot-related. Some of the most interesting ideas have been about me as a writer, which is kind of weird, since I never considered myself to be a writer. But this month God totally used the 31 Days and a new writing guild within my church to say, "Hey, I've put words in you and it's time to prepare for them to come out!"

Not exactly what I was expecting to happen, I'll be honest. But who expects the things that God does? :)

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So I sort of alluded to some of this process on Day Ten, and then when this writing guild {nicknamed "The Boot"} started last Sunday, I realized that things were moving forward. Really moving. And it's exciting and nerve-wracking and thrilling and kinda weird that it's happening. And I will share even more when these 31 Days are over, so just wait! And to answer today's prompt, here's what I'm pursuing currently:

Edna Walters, the character I developed earlier, is going to continue to exist. I have an idea for where she's going and what the conflict and resolution will be, but that's all for right now. And of course I can't tell you now, because "spoilers!" :)

Open Letters {first; second}: I want to write one at least once a month. These are creative ways to express thoughts, and I want to keep the creative juices flowing!

Victoria mentioned continuing to write poetry, and while I think that would be great, I just don't know if that's going to happen for me. Poetry is not my default thinking pattern, but if there's a prompt and a challenge, I may just rise to the occasion. We'll see :)

That's what I'm pursuing! Until next time...

**linking up with Victoria**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-seven "Write A Haiku"

Sisters

Four girls in total

A gang combining

love, wit, and sarcasm

circa 1997

**linking up with Victoria**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-six "Make Your Own Prompt"

Victoria's prompt: Create and respond to your own post.

My prompt {stolen from some college}: Create a short story with 26 sentences, each sentence starting with the next letter of the alphabet.

The Reunion

A long time ago, a child was born to a poor family. Believing themselves unable to provide for this new baby, the mother and father tearfully asked another family to raise their daughter. Crying, they bid farewell to the infant and blessed the adoptive parents in this sacrificial endeavor.

Decades later, this infant daughter-grown-to-woman went back to find the home of her birth parents. Encountering these parents created a tension within her; part of her wanted to embrace them and thank them, part of her wanted to ask why they gave her up, and part of her didn't know what it wanted. Faltering steps led her closer and closer to the home where she was born. Eager but timid, full of both anticipation and dread, she reached her destination. Gone were her ideas about how this situation would play out. Hesitantly, she rapped on the door. It opened after what felt like years.

Just moments previously, an older couple prepared to sit down in front of their fireplace. Kneeling, the man added a couple logs to the fire, then shakily stood to his feet. Limping from a stiff knee, the man made his way to the chair next to his wife's. Many evenings have passed like this one, sitting together before the fire. Now, though, their evening was to be interrupted...

Outside, the young woman waited as the door opened wider and wider, revealing an old, slightly hunched man by the door and an old woman getting to her feet behind him. Perplexed, they looked at her. Questions filled their eyes, and the old man was just about to tell this young lady to find someone else to bother when the woman opened her mouth.

"Roland? Sadie?" The young woman inquired. "Unless I am mistaken, these are your names, correct? Val and Lacey told me your names, and where you live, and they said that I should meet you because you...you are...."

"Where....how....what on earth..." the older man sputtered.

"Xenia, you've come home!" Yelled the older woman, and she leaped towards to the door with an energy that surpassed her many years; her husband watched her, then followed her lead. Zeal, wonder, awe, and many years of pent-up tears came flowing out as the family was reunited.

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The End

**linking up with Victoria**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-five "Bumper Sticker"

You've been hired by a bumper sticker manufacturer to come up with ideas. Write a clever or witty phrase you'd love to see on a bumper sticker. If you want, write several.

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The horses of my horsepower are getting old. Feel free to pass them.

Keep Calm and Turn Off Your Blinker


**linking up with Victoria**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-four "Twitter Poem"

Write a poem in 140 characters or less. If you're on Twitter, tweet it!

Laughter past bedtime. Bellyaches from joy. Salted chocolate indulgence. Doctor Who galore. It's good to live with @iwaitandhope

**linking up with Victoria**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-three "Wild Card 5"

This is fact, not fiction. I promise.

THEY RELEASED THE AIR DATE OF SHERLOCK SEASON THREE!!!!!

Check out the article that is warming hearts all over the world.

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So in honor of this great news, today's Wild Card is an open letter to Steven Moffat, co-creator and writer of Sherlock {and writer of Doctor Who, of course!}.

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Dear, dear Moffat,

First of all, you are a BRILLIANT writer. I don't know how you do it, but somehow your clever little head creates and produces these stories and twists and turns and clues, and it all comes out beautifully. It doesn't matter if we're discussing Doctor Who or Sherlock {not that you're limited to these two; these are just the two with which I'm familiar}. Your work is wonderful.

That being said, you are a cruel man. Characters are created and loved...and then killed. Or separated from the Doctor forever. Or doomed to die if they remember the Doctor. Or left waiting for the Doctor until they die. Or they watch their best friend commit suicide. And then go back to their therapist to try and cope. And then they get to see him alive again, after how many months of agony???

My conclusion must be that you are power-hungry, even if you are a jolly nice Scot. Yes, power-hungry, because you give and take, teasing fans with pictures from Season Three, yet not releasing an air date. Until now. I know that BBC is partially to blame for the wait, as well as busy schedules for practically everyone involved. But still. You are such a tease!

But after all that, I can't hate you, Moffat. You are far too brilliant to be hated. You do eventually deliver your characters, even when your fans think that hell will freeze over before we get to see them again. And I think, secretly, that fans love the suspense because we are all nerds who love "the feels." You are the master of feels, Moffat, and for that, we love you. Thank you for Season Three. I can't wait to see even more of your brilliance. 

**linking up with Victoria. Check out her Wild Card here!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-two "Wild Card 4"

Let's just say that this is definitely the twenty-second day of writing creatively. My brain is beat.

Right now it seems like there are a lot of serious things I can think of, but those things are conducive to writing creatively. Those things are more "think about these more" things than "let your creative juices flow all over them" things.

Here is what I can think of: a confession. This is real and true and also slightly humorous. Here goes.

My best friend had {has?} a fear, dare I call it an irrational fear, ever since 11th grade and Classical Literature class, that one day her Achilles tendon would snap. Gross. And frightening. But mainly gross.

I always just stuck with the gross thought, because I don't like to think about body parts not functioning as they should. {Read about my fainting adventure here} So I would just roll my eyes and encourage my friend to think of lighter, less gross things.

Today I realized my irrational fear. It is this: I'm driving and the car in front of me flicks a cigarette out of their window and a breeze catches the little tiny flame inside the cigarette right as my car drives over it...and my car explodes.

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This really is a fear of mine. Every time I see someone throw a cigarette out a car window, I brace myself in what could be the last two seconds of my life. So far it hasn't happened, obviously, but it very well could. And that's what's scary. And that's probably what will make other people roll their eyes and tell me to think of lighter, less explosive things. 

**linking up with Victoria!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty-one “Playlist”

What would the character you created have on her iTunes playlist?

Edna Walters, the character I developed on Day Fifteen, probably would not have iTunes. She may not be able to tell you what a playlist is. But after you prompted her for her favorite songs, she would provide you with this list:

• Sunrise, Sunset performed by Louis Armstrong
• Come Fly with Me from Frank Sinatra
• How Great Thou Art sung by Johnny Cash
• Jackson by Johnny Cash and June Carter
• Shall We Dance? from The King & I

**linking up with Victoria!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twenty “Daycare Day”

What thoughts run through a baby’s mind through the course of a day at daycare?

Car ride! I like car rides! Car rides put me to sleep sometimes, and they take me fun places…except one place. The Place that has the playground is not my favorite place, and I don’t like it. But as long as we’re not going to The Place, then everything is funner than a pacifier.

Uh oh. There’s the playground. We are at The Place. Mom, no! I protest:

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

I don’t like The Place! Mommy leaves me and it’s no fun and- is that a cookie?

The Place has cookies!? Yes! A smiling lady is holding out a cookie towards me. I grab it as well as my two-year-old dexterity can, and I shove the cookie into my mouth. Half of it crumbles into my hand, so I stick my hand in my mouth too. Cookies are too rare to waste.

While I’m licking my hand, another kid comes up to me. He looks at me and moves his hand. I wiggle my foot in response. We both head to the blocks; blocks are cool.

After playing with the blocks for a while, I notice the smiling lady is singing and dancing. She motions for me to join in. I twist my wrists and open my mouth to sing:

Ooooooooooooalalalaooooolllllmmmmmmm!

We sing for a while, and then suddenly I’m exhausted. My hands fall into my lap, and my singing turns into a yawn. I blink a couple of times. The smiling lady notices and moves me to a soft mat with a snuggly blanket. I’m out before my head hits the pillow.

When I wake up, Mom is here! I greet her happiliy:

Abababababagoooooommmmmmmloppp!

She picks me up, and we get into the car, heading home. I guess The Place isn’t so bad after all.

**linking up with Victoria!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Nineteen "Writers Are Readers"

Writers are first great readers. Share an excellent piece of writing that you've read recently.

There are so many great pieces I could share with you! Specific blog posts come to mind, recent novels beg for attention, and of course Victor Hugo smirks at me in my mind. Nothing competes with Victor Hugo.

So maybe instead I'll give you a handful of my current favorites. If it doesn't fit with the prompt, then I guess you're at the wrong blog, because we roll with flexibility up in he-ah. And so commences the list of faves.

• Jen Hatmaker's recent post makes me go hmmmm. I love how honest and cut-the-crap she is.
• If you want excellent writing and absolutely no life whatsoever, by all means start this trilogy by Neal Shusterman. The first book is called Unwind and let's just say it will suck you into its world and you will not get out. The second book is UnWholly and the third is UnSouled. I finished the second book at 11:30 last night...an hour after I told myself I was going to bed. Yep. That good.
• I'll finish with a classic: Anne Shirley. I'm currently re-reading Anne of Windy Poplars and I just love Maud's style! Here are a few wonderful quotes from our beloved Anne:

"The Woman told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen...wonderful things."

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"One can always find something lovely to look at or listen to," said Anne.

"I hate to lend a book I love...it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me."

**linking up with Victoria.**

31 Days of Writing: Day Eighteen "Jaw Dropper"

"My jaw dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe..."


...that my mom lied to me.

She told me that my old friend Louisa wanted to get together at Skate King, the roller-blade place in town. What Mom didn't tell me was that ALL my friends from school were gathered there to surprise me for my birthday.

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Unsuspectingly, I had walked into Skate King, keeping my eyes open for Lou. No sign of her, but then "SURPRISE!!" erupted in front of me. My friends had come to celebrate, and my mom had kept it a secret.

As my friends and I made laps around the skating rink, I kept pondering all the lies my mother had told me. When I reached the end of the rink where she stood, I asked her, "So what about not having a party this year?"

"I lied," was her satisfied response.

Another lap. Another question.

"What about your dinner party tonight?"

"I lied."

I skated another lap or two.

"So when you said..."

"All lies." My mom grinned.

I guess this was the best deception a girl could wish for her golden birthday.

{This story is loosely based on a sister's experience. Many creative licenses were taken, though.}

**linking up with Victoria. Check out her wonderful story today!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Seventeen "All-Nighter"

Write about pulling an all-nighter.

The Longest Night

Coffee in cup? Check.

iTunes set to shuffle all music? Check.

Syllabus in hand? Check.

Computer charged and Microsoft Word opened? Check.

If everything is ready, why don't I feel prepared to write this paper? It's just a simple little paper...only 10 pages long. Ok, maybe it's not that simple. Especially since I've only written the first paragraph. And even more especially since it's due at 9:00 AM tomorrow.

I have exactly ten hours to write this paper, plus print it off, get dressed, and then get to Professor Waylon's office. So nine and a half hours, technically.

The clock is not on my side. The minute hand moves  to 10:02, taunting me. Glancing out the window, I see that the moon is already out with the stars. It's beautiful, but it's a cruel beauty. I should be able to appreciate the sky for just a moment, but this paper won't write itself.

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I sigh, taking one more moment to gaze at the stars before sitting down and resigning myself to write this paper.

Two hours later...

Well, things are cooking. I've got a page and a half done, which is about as encouraging as hearing that The Hobbit is going to be a trilogy. Hey, maybe I can work some Tolkien references into my paper...

One hour later...

Alright, I'm on the third page! And I just found a whole bunch of quotes I can use - victory!

90 minutes later...

It's 2:30 AM, and I'm on the sixth page. I guess my brain really likes this time of night. My body doesn't; my head keeps tilting downward even as my fingers are typing furiously. Only a few more pages to go now, and I tell myself that I will enlarge the font of the periods as soon as I reach the ninth page.

75 minutes later...

It's almost 4am, and I am groggy. Fortunately, the ninth page is just a paragraph away. What to write, what to write? I should check my sources again, maybe fill in with another quote. Maybe a story for my introduction? I usually go back and add to my introduction; it helps me make sure the intro is appropriate for the direction of the paper.  Back to the beginning I go.

45 minutes later...

I'm one and a half lines onto the ninth page. Barely there, but I keep my promises, especially when a couple hours of sleep is at stake. The "find and replace" tool is my favorite thing in the world right now...

30 minutes later...

I'm two "enter" strokes away from the tenth page. Conclusion. That's what I need. A good, juicy conclusion. If I can write a conclusion by 5:00, then I can sleep for 3 hours before getting up to print my paper. Just gotta conclude that my thesis is right.

40 minutes later...

To quote Jesus, "It is finished." Boom. Like a...not a boss, because bosses get their stuff done before the night before/morning of. But like a senior in college, not a newbie freshman. Well, not exactly that either. Never mind. I give up on analogies here. I just wrote ten pages in under eight hours, and I'm going to take a nap. Nighty night...

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31 Days of Writing: Day Sixteen "Write A Monologue"

Write a monologue for the character you developed yesterday.

It is my oldest child's birthday today, and I am reflecting on that joyous and nerve-wracking day 46 years ago.

We had tried for so long to conceive, and now here we were, about to have our first child. Jim was thrilled, of course, but I was still nervous about the delivery...and beyond. Would I be able to deliver this child safely? Would I be a good mother? So many questions, but I tried to put on a good face for Jim.

The delivery went smoothly enough, for a first time; Callie's birth was much easier, as they say the second babies are. Ah, Callie. She was an easy baby, so willing to be held in almost any position, and such an easy sleeper! James and Ryan had always needed a little extra coaxing to fall asleep, but Callie usually fell asleep before you even tried to put her down.

I wonder how she's sleeping these days.

She is running from something, or to something, I don't know. Is she looking for something? Trying to get away from something here? I know I'm not sleeping well because I can't stop thinking about her, worrying about her, praying for her, crying for her.

I don't know if it's something I've done... I've apologized a dozen times, trying to make amends for something, anything I did that could have hurt her, but I don't know what I'm apologizing for, and the apologies only seem to make matters worse, make her more distant. A couple months ago I stopped apologizing and told my daughter that if she wants to talk, I'm here, and I love you, Callie. I love you so, so much.

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31 Days of Writing: Day Fifteen "Develop A Character"

Name: Edna Walters

Place of Birth: Burnaby, BC, Canada

Current Residence: Clearbrook, WA, USA

Age: 71 years old

Family: married to Jim Walters for 49 years; mother to James, Callie, and Ryan; grandmother to Lily and Arthur {James' children with his wife Julia}

Favorites: driving up to Canada for the weekend; having the grandchildren over to play; holding hands with Jim; family gatherings.

Story:
Edna loves her family and her ranch-style home. Home is where the family and the home-cooking are! Her relationships with her sons are strong; they both live in the area and visit often. But Edna's relationship with Callie is tenuous, although Edna can't quite define why.

Callie moved to Oregon when she was 19, then Nevada, and now resides in Wyoming. There is the feeling that Callie is distancing herself from something or someone, although no one in the family can guess what. There is no event or conversation that can be pinpointed as the fracturing point, and this causes Edna a great deal of stress and pain.

Jim and Edna's 50th anniversary is coming up, and as the Golden Date approaches, Edna worries her daughter is running farther and farther away from the family.


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31 Days of Writing: Day Fourteen “Wild Card 3”

“The Trunk That Saves the Universe”

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Tardis in a trunk. It’s perfect. My sister and I will decorate the trunk of my car to look like the TARDIS, and then we will dress ourselves up as the Doctor {the Tenth, of course} and a companion {Rose, of course} and then we will pass out candy to the children who walk around the parking lot of church.
It’s completely brilliant.

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I think that we will hang a blue sheet to completely cover the inside of the trunk. Gotta set the scene, you know. And then we will add some cords and tubes and scientific-looking objects, to accessorize the sides. In the middle, we will put a huge vase and fill it with colored water. Perhaps Dad can help us rig a pump of some sort…
We personally will accessorize with a Sonic Screwdriver and some Psychic Paper. We will look legit.
For candy, we’ll hand out Milky Ways and Moon Pies.
Our trunk will be so TARDIS-like that people will want to climb inside the trunk to see if it’s bigger on the inside.
And that is how we will save the universe, one trunk-or-treater at a time.

**linking up with Victoria!**

31 Days of Writing: Day Twelve "One Sentence"

Write one sentence about one thing you saw today.

The milk was like Mr. Sandman; she drifted off to sleep as she drank in my arms.


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