Treasures I’ve Found

My Friend’s Feathered Dragons

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I will always believe these birds chose Karen Black as their new Budgie-Mama, and when you read how it happened, you’ll believe it, too. More than ever, I’m convinced we humans have a unique ability to bond with creatures of other species, and they with us. Maybe you or someone you know has a beloved fur baby, feathered friend, or other critter — finned, scaled, winged, or otherwise clothed in something not human. The connection is real. The love is real. Perhaps there is a world where sentient, friendly dragons are also real. One can only hope.

New additions to the family: Feathered Dragons!

Meet Karen Black, My Friend Who Dances to Her Own Magical Music

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I was hooked when I read Goldfield Forest, the first book in Karen’s Unmistakably Mystical series. I fell in love with her characters and the plot kept me on the edge of my seat. When she published Dancing Valley, the second book in the series, I did a happy dance and settled in for a fantastic read.

I’m proud to introduce you to my friend and her amazing stories. Enjoy reading about her in this interview published by Literary Titan, and be sure to follow her on social media!

Dancing to Her Own Music

When “Pantsing” Isn’t “Flying by the Seat of Your Pants.”

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After reading this article by Lauren Sapala, I have a better understanding about why plotting, or outlining, a novel has never worked for me. And yet, I’ve published four books in a series that have gotten good reviews, and I’m working on three more in a second series, all without getting mired in a plotless mess. I know some fantastic authors who outline their plots and write wonderful books, and I’ve sometimes wished I could write that way. Now I know why I write the way I do.

Are you a writer? How are you wired?

What “Pantsing” Really Means and Why Most Writers Have It All Wrong

Time to Pray by Donna Berger

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What a meaningful interpretation of the Lord’s Prayer Donna gives us in her blog today! I had to share it with you. The “Our Father” is a conversation with God–so much more than words to be repeated.

Billy Graham once said, “To get nations back on their feet, we must first get down on our knees.” Worldwide, the calls for prayer are growing louder. On the topic of prayer, Ecclesiastes 5:2 tells us, God is in heaven, and you are on the earth; therefore, let your words be few.

My personal go-to is The Lord’s Prayer. When His disciples asked Jesus to teach them to pray, He gave them the perfect model of prayer. The Lord’s prayer is simple and short; but prayer is not meant to be thoughtless repetition. It is after all a conversation with God and should be filled with our love, gratitude, and praise. Let’s practice making it a dialogue, not a monologue.

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A Wee Thought After a Difficult Week – #Poetry (Sort of)

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I found this gem of a poem today about a mysterious, elusive, stunning visitor who stayed longer than usual. Marcia Meara takes it as a sign of good things to come. So do I. What do you think?

 / MARCIA

Ode to a Painted Bunting

A sign.
My heart called out for a sign.
Something to hang onto.
Something to give me hope.
Something to remind me the world can be beautiful,
And people can be kind, generous, and loving.

Just a sign.
Please.
Nothing momentous.
A simple reminder that Life can be good.
That’s all I asked.
All I needed.

A Wee Thought After a Difficult Week – #Poetry (Sort of)

Purple Grackles by Amy Lowell

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I’ve had the pleasure of reading two beautiful poems about some of my favorite birds today. Amy Lowell has captured the visit of a plague of grackles beautifully in this moving poem. Yes, a flock of grackles is called a plague, but I’d call them a wonder, instead. What do you think?

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Purple Grackle

It occurs to me that no blog on books and writing should be without a bit of poetry now and then, so with that thought in mind, I offer you my favorite autumn themed poem of all time, Amy Lowell’s “Purple Grackles.”  The imagery is divine, and the message, bittersweet.  Hope you enjoy it!

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