Thriving Thursdays: Willing Instead of Wishing

Welcome everyone. I’m visiting our wonderful Story Reading Ape.  I’m there to encourage you to thrive.  However, I’m on the run from one campus to another at work today, and it will be hard to keep up.  So please leave comments at Chris’ blog here.  And please be patient with me.

Thriving Thursdays: Willing Instead of Wishing

Did you ever throw a coin into a fountain?  Make a wish when you blew out the candles on your birthday cake?  How about wishing on a star?  I honestly do hope your wish came true.  

Wishes are akin to dreams, so I’m all for them.  Keep wishing.  As someone once said, don’t just dream (wish) big — dream even bigger!

However… for many of us, wishes just don’t come true.  “Willing” is a different matter.  Whatever your wish is, will it.  Focus.  Be definite.  Be persistent.  Will it into existence with every last little gray cell in your brain.

“Riches do not respond to wishes.  They respond only to definite plans, backed by definite desires, through constant persistence.”   Napoleon Hill

So whatever “riches” means to you, don’t wish for it.  Will it.

Have a thriving Thursday,

Teagan

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Thriving Thursdays: Danger!

This isn’t really a post.  No, you aren’t imagining being here… Chris Graham hosted me at the Story Reading Ape’s tree-house for this post in July, 2017.  I had also published it on LinkedIn in 2015 — but I forgot to put it in my own “Motivational” category here. 

So that’s all I’m really doing — just adding it to Teagan’s Books.  However, it’s a good chance for me to wish you a thriving Thursday!  Here’s the post, and here’s a link to the Ape’s site.

It’s good to see everyone.  Thanks to the Story Reading Ape for hosting me once again for another Thriving Thursday.  These mini-posts are my humble way of encouraging everyone to thrive.

Thriving Thursdays:  Danger!

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Were you taught to dream?  Or were you told to “just be glad for what you’ve got” as I was? I think both are necessary. To thrive we need both dreams and gratitude.  

An attitude of gratitude is hugely important.  However, that does not exclude goals and dreams.  A comment from a comedian years ago stuck with me. He said “Don’t just dream big. Dream even bigger!”

Back to the title of this post… what is that peril we all face?

The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it…
But that it is too low, and we reach it…  –Michaelangelo

Wishing you a thriving Thursday,

Teagan

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Thistledown Hiatus 5, Fatigue Fugue, #NaNoWriMo

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Hello everyone. Before the Thistledown Rerun link, this is a brief update on National Novel Writing Month*.  It’s quick because there isn’t much to update. My word-count is still deplorable. 

I’ve always said this blog is my sanctuary, and that I want it to be that kind of refuge for everyone.  So I hope you don’t mind that this post is both low-key and honest… This time the sanctuary is a restful moment.

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The week has been stressful and disappointing.  I’ve been looking at a small property in Austin, TX and that didn’t work out. I was also disappointed in people in this blogging community. People I thought were enlightened spewed contempt, bigotry, and name calling for ALL southern Americans, not just those who did unconscionable acts, or disagreed with their politics. That disturbs me deeply. But let’s not discuss it here – no politics in my sanctuary.

Even though my car is less than a year old, I had to take it for a safety inspection.  That was physically uncomfortable and exhausting, not to mention that in the past I’ve been bullied — not this time, thankfully.  Even so, what should have taken 20 minutes took half a day.  (Sorry to anyone who disagrees, but Virginia will nickel and dime you to death.)  And of course, there was work.  ‘Nuf said about that. 

As you can see in the picture above (taken Friday morning), I drew three more slips from my “box of non-modern things” to help me write… Vanity, Savory, and Cosmos.  As I write/update this post, the clock has already inched to dinner time, and I still haven’t found the energy and focus to WriMo.  I guess I’m just tired, but I feel like I’ve wasted yet another day. 

However, I can’t let you visit without trying to make you smile.  I’m feeling about as energetic as Tim Conway’s “world’s oldest man.”  And maybe I’m that old if I remember it! So have a giggle.

For those of you who are new, or just want to review the faery serial, Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam, here is a link to episode five.

Thanks for visiting.  Hugs on the wing!

 

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Thriving Thursdays: Some will never find it. Will You?

Hello all.  It’s time for my once-a-month guest post at the tree-house of the Story Reading Ape, aka Chris Graham. On Thursdays I make a special point of helping people thrive, and that’s why I’ve gone to visit the Ape. (Please swing by and say hello — click here — because I had to disable comments here today, with work and National Novel Writing Month (#NaNoWriMo).

Thriving Thursdays: Some will never find it. Will You?

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Sometimes we find things without looking for them.  However, I doubt we’ll ever find a thing we didn’t believe was there in the first place.  In my own life, I have found that I can’t achieve something that I’m not able to imagine.   Will instead of wish, imagine, believe…  

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it…”   Roald Dahl  

Some will never find it.  Will you?  I believe you will.

Wishing you a thriving Thursday,

Teagan

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Thistledown Hiatus 4, Research Tangents, #NaNoWriMo

Friday, November 10, 2017

Hello everyone.  National Novel Writing Month* has begun.  As you may have guessed, I wrote most of this post ahead of time, so I could give as much toward that nearly impossible word-count goal as I could. I’m a slow writer as it is.  Writing 50,000 in a month, when I am rarely able to write on a workday… Gulp.  So far my word-count is deplorable. 

This is my weekly update (along with a link to a past segment of Thistledown below.) As I wrote this I was researching away, in hope of preventing myself from jumping on a research-geek tangent when I should be writing.  That research would be because of my part-time narrator for The Skull of the Alchemist. 

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Those who have read Atonement, Tennessee* know that Lilith the cat narrates the part of the story that the heroine can’t witness.  I want to take a similar tack for this new novel, with a part-time narrator.  To fill that role, I’ve chosen a fearsome critter!  A jackalope. 

He begins as a clockwork creature that Copper created, though she first meant him to be a cat.  I feel the need to connect him to the clockwork animal on the cover, and that looks like a cat to me.  So the jackalope, to his embarrassment, occasionally meows…

I spent last Saturday, figuring out just how I want this character to look for the majority of the story, how he came to look that way, and what to name him.  I’m also thinking about all fantasy, alchemy, and whatever else causes his existence and behavior to make sense to me — his clockwork workings.  So, now you’ve met one of the characters for The Skull of the Alchemist. Or at least you know him as well as I do at the moment.  Here’s his picture.

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For those of you who are new, or just want to review the faery serial, Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam, here is a link to episode four.

Thanks for visiting.  Hugs on the wing!

 

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Jazz Age Wednesdays 9 ― Pip’s Friend Hank

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017 

Wow, you’re the berries!  I’m glad to see you back at Jazz Age Wednesdays!  

When I posted a Halloween story, Pip in the Field of Fear, you got to meet Pip’s friend Hank Hertz.  Those of you who have read Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I also know Hank.  Awhile back, I collaborated on a post with Kirt Tisdale at The Wall Gallery.  Kirt also has a “sepia gallery” which is giving me a lot of inspiration for The Skull of the Alchemist (my National Novel Writing Month project). 

For that tale, Kirt’s photo (below) inspired me to write.  However, it didn’t make me think of Pip.  Rather it brought me a backstory for Hank Hertz.  Without further ado, meet Hank.

On the Radio — Meet Hank 

Photo by Kirt Tisdale

No harm in trying one more time, Hank Hertz thought as he stacked all manner of electronic components on the counter.

“Hi, Mr. Hardscrabble,” Hank mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact with the hardware store’s proprietor.

“Hank, I already told you.  Your ma told me not to sell you any of this gadgetry tomfoolery.  You might as well put all that stuff back on the shelves, son.”

Hardscrabble put a hand to his balding head in a frustrated gesture.  He found his spectacles there and smiled because he’d forgotten where he put them.  However, he brightened when the door opened.  One of “Savannah’s finest,” Detective Dabney Daniels strolled into Hardscrabble Hardware.  His finely chiseled features remained neutral, but he raised an eyebrow at the tableau at the counter.

“Now get on with you, boy.  Put everything back.  I can’t take your money,” the store owner repeated before turning to a real customer.  “That boy gets more like his granddaddy every day.  Detective, what can I do for you?”

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“No need to rest on formality, Homer.  I can’t find my flashlight, so I’m here for another one,” the detective replied then looked sheepish.  “Go ahead and laugh about things going missing at a police station.  I can tell you’re holding it back.”

Hank watched the exchange between the tall detective and the portly shopkeeper as he reluctantly made trips from the sales counter back to the shelves.  He could have carried more things at one time, but he delayed the inevitable, hoping Mr. Hardscrabble would change his mind.  As he picked up a few more items to return to the shelf, the detective stopped him.

“What is all that stuff, son?  If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were building a ham radio.  Or at least intended to before Homer shut you down.”

For a moment Hank’s face lit up at the mention of his passion — all things electronic, especially radios.  He looked dejectedly at his feet.

“Momma wants me to study law.  She says electronics and inventions are a distraction.  She even said they were toys!”

“So all the old fogies are conspiring against you, huh?  Well, you’d better ankle all that stuff back where it came from, like Homer told you.”

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After supper Hank got an armload of books and headed out the kitchen door.  His mother looked at the heavy tomes and gave a satisfied nod.  Hank knew she was watching from the window above the sink as he walked to the little red barn.  Vines of Cherokee roses ran riot over the building.  The Hertz family used the barn for storage, but Hank made it his personal spot to study or just hang out.  He also had a workbench tucked in one corner where he discretely kept his radio equipment.

The horizon blazed red with sunset when Hank slipped out of the barn.  He pedaled the motorized bicycle he had made until he was far enough away that his parents wouldn’t hear the noise of the motor.  Dusk descended as he rode into town.

Hank didn’t pay any attention to the dark Ford parked on the corner, or to the fact that someone sat inside it.  He rode down the alley and came up behind Hardscrabble Hardware.  The back door was locked, but he found a window he could open.  He took his flashlight and climbed into the store.

He knew exactly where to find everything he wanted.  So it didn’t take Hank long to gather all the electronics he tried to buy that afternoon.  He stood at the sales counter and added up all the prices.  He figured the tax.  Then he left the full amount of the purchase, plus two cents, because he didn’t have enough pennies to leave the exact change.

Putting everything into his bag, Hank turned toward the back of the shop.  It felt like an electric charge shot from his neck down his arm when he heard a cough behind him.  Hank jerked around to face the sound.

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The boy thought he’d lose everything he ate for supper when he saw the police detective standing there, arms folded.

“So you actually broke into the store and paid for the things Homer wouldn’t sell you?  Son, I don’t know what to make of that.”

Hank stumbled back a step.  He wanted to run, but the copper knew who he was and where he lived.  Besides, Hank had a pretty good idea that those long legs could catch up with him before he got to his bicycle.  His breath caught in his throat.  Hank couldn’t have spoken even if he’d known what to say.

The detective closed the distance to the counter in a single step.  He pointed his new flashlight to the paper where Hank had added up his purchase.  Then he pursed his lips as he thought.  He stared at Hank as if he could see every fib the boy had ever told.  Hank gulped.

“Where’d you get the money for this stuff, son?  Allowance?  Money for odd jobs?”

Hank only nodded, still unable to talk.  Finally he found his voice and croaked out a reply.  “It’s my money sir.  Fair and square.  I wouldn’t steal anything.”

“I guess I’m going to have to have a talk with your parents,” Dabney Daniels said, slowly shaking his head.

Poor Hank felt like he might sink through the floor, right then and there.  His knees felt weak.

“But this,” the copper motioned at Hank’s bag full of stuff.  “I don’t see as any law has really been broken.  After all, I walked in through the front door, which was unlocked.  I know Homer leaves through the back door and forgets to lock the front.  But being as you’re here, I assume he left it open for you.”

Hank gazed at Daniels in wide eyed confusion.

“Besides, I hate doing paperwork.  If you had actually broken into this store, I’d have to haul you to the station and spend the rest of the night writing up the report.  I do have to talk to your parents though,” he added causing Hank to sink further.

The young man managed a groan.

“You know, I really need an intern down at the station.  I think your mother will see that working for me would be a good learning experience for a future lawyer.  In a way, that’s where law starts isn’t it?  With the police?  Meanwhile you can put your talent with radio gadgetry to use.  How does that sound?”

The end

***

I hope you enjoyed this backstory for one of the Murder at the Bijou characters.

Now you know what I have to do next… I must do the shameless self-promotion…  Here are links to the books about Pip and her friends.

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Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

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The Three Things Serial Story: A Little 1920s Story Kindle 

Thanks so very much for visiting.  You’re the cat’s pajamas! 

 

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Thistledown Hiatus 3, #NaNoWriMo Is Here

Friday, November 3, 2017

Welcome back one and all.  National Novel Writing Month* (NaNoWriMo) started Wednesday.  I made the conscious choice to be really excited about it this year.  (Sometimes you have to actively choose your attitude…) Part of me knew it might happen — that work would overshadow my progress, but I refused to think about it.  Alas, as of November 2, my low word-count is zero…  I remind myself that I’m not fast and that’s fine. I’m just in it for the “rah-rah!” as I call it. (The objective is to write a draft novel of at least 50,000 words in November.)

This is my weekly update (along with a link to a past segment of Thistledown below.)

About that abysmal word-count — one thing that slowed me down… I had outlined my plot. Really I did! I was not going to be completely unplanned.  Then I saw a movie I had never heard of before.  Sadly it had exactly the same plot I had imagined, from the steampunk to the evil scientists kidnapping the good ones…  Akkk! Yes, it had been done (and quite well at that), “April and the Extraordinary World.”

Needless to say… I won’t be using that plot.  So I will have to shift into full-on pantser mode.  It’s a good thing my box of “non-modern” things is ready and waiting for me.  It was intended to be used to keep me from getting stuck.  Now it will be a primary writing tool.

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Box of steampunky things to write about

Friends on Facebook sent me those random “things” so I can use my three things method to keep me writing.  The half-empty box you see above is now full of things from friends as well as things from my own head. (Somehow I’m more likely to keep my momentum up if the “things” come from someone else, but I mixed them all together.)

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Matrix waiting for characters

I got my story matrix set up and ready to populate with characters and characteristics.  Also I use a template I created for print novels from the very beginning, which is helpful to my writing process.  (There’s a little hint about what I’ll be writing in the matrix above, although I haven’t been keeping it a secret.

Enough of that.  Let’s get on with the thing that brought you here — Thistledown! 

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For those of you who are new, or just want to review the faery serial, Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam, here is a link to episode 3.

Thanks for visiting.  Hugs on the wing!

 

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