I am now to nominate three bloggers to continue the 3 Days Quotation Challenge. Remember, you can put them all in one post, if you decide. Of course, you can do anything you like. The quotations you choose can be about anything you like.
1.) Either once a day for three days, post a quotation, or post all 3 quotations at one time. It is your choice.
2.) Nominate and notify three other bloggers of the challenge.
3.) Thank the blogger who nominated you.
The nominees are under no obligation to complete this challenge, but it would be fun if you do. I am nominating bloggers who I think would like this challenge.
I like this quote because I truly believe a good book will find its audience. With the focus on genre and knowing your audience, I’d like to think the real focus should be the writing and the story. Call me an idealist. This quote also speaks to sharing a story because you’re compelled to do so, for no other reason than you need to write it down. It has a kind of purity that speaks to me.
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.
Greetings! I’ve been nominated by Charles French to participate in the Quotations Challenge in which one provides three quotations over the next three days or all in one post. I choose one quote for the next three days, mostly because I can’t choose them all at once. Thank you, Charles, for nominating me. It’s an honor!
Probably most of the quotes I select will relate to writing in some way because I find them inspirational and never tire of reading them. Hopefully, I’ll come up with something you’ve never read before. If not, I hope you enjoy it anyway.
It’s simple, isn’t it? But I think it says so much. It reminds me of the ballerina who floats across the stage. It doesn’t even look like she’s dancing and it’s so effortless, but THAT….that took lots of practice!
So, it is with writing. Writing that dances off the page is hard to accomplish. When writing tries too hard, there isn’t much joy in reading it. You know that feeling you have when you’re reading a book and you forget you’re reading. It’s that, too. It’s such a powerful thing.
Tonight the X-Files, the science fiction, supernatural series created byChris Carter, returns to television on the Fox channel. That’s right. The X-Files will be re-opened. The show aired from September 10, 1993, to May 19, 2002, spanningnine seasons and 202 episodes.
In case you hadn’t noticed, my blog name has always been a kind of spin on this beloved show. The return of the show inspired me to create a new header in celebration. My mermaid is now underwater. I hope you can tell.
Back in the day, I was a huge fan. I even went to an X-File convention. Yes, I did that! It was in San Diego and there I sawAlex Krycek(Nicolas Lea),FBI Assistant Director Walter Sergei Skinner(Mitch Pileggi) and last, but certainly not least, the genetic mutant serial killer akaEugene Victor Tooms, (Doug Hutchison), you know the guy who could squeeze his bones into sewer pipes. Remember him? He was sitting casually in a breakroom or something. I couldn’t believe the monster was before me. And Krycek? He was smoking hot! I had an extreme crush on him after that convention, eagerly awaiting each episode, hoping to see him once again.
The X-Files so inspired me, I even purchased a script at the convention, the first in my possession. Yeah, I was a little geeky about this. This was my Star Wars without the light saber. My Friday nights were built around catching the latest episode of the X-Files and nothing could ever interfere with that, an era when you waited for new episodes and nothing was leaked about them; social media didn’t even exist. Can you imagine?
Fox Mulder (David Duchovny) and Dana Scully (Gillian Anderson) were so green. I felt like I was a part of something fresh. I had never seen either of them before and you felt like you, too, were a part of these moments they were experiencing for the first time. They had an edgy, natural chemistry. I mean were they ever going to have sex or what? They kept you guessing. The writing was inventive and intriguing, the stories spooky fun and strange, leaving you with the feeling something could be lurking around you or crawling under your skin.
Admittedly, by the end of the series, I felt pretty twisted and turned around with each episode, and had more questions than answers. The movie which later came out, ignored all these questions with no answers in sight, but rather spawned more and more questions. Now, it’s more of a blur than ever. These questions still cling to my subconscious:
Whatever was that black oil coming out of their eyes and why did it have to come out of Krycek’s eyes?
More importantly, will Mulder ever learn what happened to his sister? Will he reunite with her? On a different planet perhaps?
What happened to Mulder and Scully’s son? What a minute, was it their baby?
Did the Cigarette Smoking Man light a cigar for Scully and her baby?
Are the super soldiers alien hybrids?
Are The Lone Gunmen still alive? Do they still believe?
Will Mulder and Scully still whip out those cool flashlights?
Did Skinner retire from the FBI and flee to a deserted island? Will Skinner be in a good mood?
Are the Anasazi Indians the missing link? Maybe they can commune in the tent again and sweat out all the answers.
I’ve read there are 16 answers we must have from the 6 episodes scheduled to air. In all the pre-hype, I learned that the original theme was based on theHow Soon Is Nowsong from The Smiths. Who knew? Chris Carter requested thatMark Snow, the show’s music man, come up with something with jangling guitar and the iconic theme song was born! And now, a new theme song will emerge with these new episodes. Reviews have called these new episodes a little overstuffed and devoid of all their previous charm, leaving new watchers wondering what all the fuss was about. I’m just thrilled they’re back.
As for me, my decision to discontinue cable prevents me from watching tonight’s episode. What?! Perhaps I will wander into a Best Buy searching for a new TV and just accidentally turn to the Fox channel. Or just maybe I’ll binge-watch previous seasons. That could be a whole new experience. Just maybe I could put the pieces together better, not having to wait so long in between. The silver lining is I can watch all these shows with my kids. We watched one episode and they wanted to see the next! Now that is something I could never have predicted. Watching the X-Files with my kids, while new episodes are waiting in the wings. It’s golden.
This post comes courtesy of Dawn Quyle Langau from TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND. She had this great idea for bloggers to unite in gratitude. At this time of year, we may start thinking about the year ahead and our New Year’s resolutions. Why not think about the year we have had instead and reflect on the things that made us smile and what we are grateful for. I think we need to do more of this on everyday basis! Thank you, Dawn, for putting this together. If you would like to add your post, instructions follow my list.
The objective is to write out a list of 50 things in 10 minutes time. Setting the timer.
Here we go…
50 Things I am Grateful for This Year (2015)
I am grateful for:
My two beautiful boys; their tender hearts and their wicked sense of humor and the boundless love I feel for them.
My husband who still loves me and believes in me and accepts my flawed self.
My family, sisters, brothers and the times we spent together. It’s always special time.
My family watching my son play water polo this year and cheering him on.
My little one’s precious eyelashes (I want them) and his gentle, creative spirit and watching him dance. Wow, he can dance!
Clean water; where I live it’s pretty good.
The generosity of my mother-in-law; she’s a lifesaver.
Having a glass of wine while I cook and dance in the kitchen.
Having a glass of wine with a friend.
Long walks in nature.
My sister’s generosity and knowledge and helping get through an IEP process; things could have turned out much differently had she not been there. Thank you!
My guardian angels in true life: Ixchel and Dipali.
My blogging community. I don’t know about you, but it feels pretty real to me. I wish we could all go out for dinner together.
Discovering yin yoga, giving me a peace and awareness about myself; letting me spend time on me.
Getting back into a ballet class and feeling right at home.
My dance teacher Sunny and her genuine smile and all her joking around.
Working out and feeling good about my physical self.
Conversations with my mom on the phone; she has such wisdom.
My furry, feline friends: Shasta, Orangey and Lucky. I’m happy to serve them. They have no idea how much joy they give me.
Feeling stronger about my writing and the creative outlet I have here.
My Friday Fictioneers community. They are so talented and I feel lucky to know them.
Health. My family is healthy and my son is taller than me now. He will eat me out of house and home.
Feeling inspired by other writers. I have so many great things to read!
Family time; watching movies and playing board games.
When my husband cooks a meal.
The sun, stars and moonbeams.
Friends that don’t give up on me.
Going out for sushi with my friend Ann.
Making progress on my book.
Snuggling under a blanket and getting lost in a book.
Swimming in the ocean.
Downloading and listening to music right away because I can.
Fuzzy socks in furry slippers.
Listening to the rain and not having to go anywhere.
Waking up with the sunrise and feeling productive.
Staying up and watching a late-night movie.
Maple lattes from Peet’s.
A soothing massage.
A letter from a friend.
Warm chocolate chip cookies with a cup of cocoa or anything chocolate.
Fresh roasted coffee in the morning.
Laughter and for all the people that make me laugh.
Listening to my son play his baritone and how excited he is talking about music, especially listening to him hum the music.
Snuggling with my youngest. I know our days for this are numbered.
Staying in pajamas all day.
Getting away to Napa and living in such a beautiful spot close to so many great places.
All my friends who are here right now. Thank you!
If you’d like to join in, here’s how it works:set a timer for 10 minutes; timing this is critical. Once you start the timer, start your list. The goal is to write 50 things that made you happy in 2015, or 50 thing that you feel grateful for. The idea is to not think too hard; write what comes to mind in the time allotted.When the timer’s done, stop writing. If you haven’t written 50 things, that’s ok. If you have more than 50 things and still have time, keep writing; you can’t feel too happy or too grateful!
To join the bloggers who have come together for this project: 1) Write your post and publish it (please copy and paste the instructions from this post, into yours) 2) Click here. 3) That will take you to another window, where you can past the URL to your post. 4) Follow the prompts, and your post will be added to the Blog Party List.
I hope you’ll join in the fun. Thanks again for being here now and throughout the year. I have made some incredible connections here I never thought possible.
For more posts of Gratitude, visit the Linkup here.
I’ve always loved this quote. I came across it while going through some of my dad’s boxes. He had been a teacher, so it made me laugh. I think this quote applies in many areas of my life, but I really found this to true when I stood before a classroom of thirty small children with very busy mouths. Gaining control of the classroom meant not letting them see you sweat. Later, when I taught dance, I had the same jolting realization. I could do the steps; teaching them was something altogether different.
But really it’s simply this. If you believe, they will believe. No matter what you do, just do it with conviction.
Of course, as writers, it’s our job to convince, persuade, and make it all up all the time! Personally, I think that’s what I like about it.
How does this quote apply to your life? Does anything stand out as a time when you had to “wing it”?
Here’s my list for the Love/Hate challenge you may have seen going around the blogosphere. After reading Mark’s list on his blog Exile on Pain Street, I felt this rush to write a list of my own and here it is. I wasn’t tagged nor am I going to tag anyone, but if you want to jump in and write one, I’ll certainly read it.
I didn’t think that I “hated” anything, because it can be such a strong, negative, unhealthy emotion. But, I found out I do really hate some things, and some of these things are, of course, of a lesser degree of “hate.”
I also didn’t censor myself too much, and realize that I if I wrote this list at a different point in my life, it may be an altogether different list. Here’s what is today. Read on.
I love curling up with a book I can’t put down.
I love dancing around my house for no apparent reason to my favorite music or to no music at all.
I love fits of laughter when tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I’ve laughed so hard I forget what I’m laughing about. This usually happens with my sisters.
I love watching my children sleep, their gentle breathing and their soft snores; they seem like angelic, peaceful creatures from beyond.
I love that my husband still desires me after twenty-five years.
I love great conversation over a delicious meal and bountiful amounts of wine.
I love coffee, the smell, the taste, and knowing it awaits me (on most days) in the morning.
I love when I absolutely forget about time; when I am so immersed in something I’m not aware of it passing; I’m particularly happy when this happens when I’m creating something I feel passionate about.
I love the kind of peace I feel after swimming in the ocean, the rush of the waves, and the taste of salt or after a good yoga workout lying in the corpse pose; I feel cleansed and relaxed.
I love Mark’s post from Exile on Pain Street – the inspiration for this post – just read it! You’ll see. I’ll add, I love being inspired.
I hate insomnia and waking up tired, and knowing I will be tired all day.
I hate when I worry, especially about money.
I hate boring jobs. It’s not a case of only boring people get bored, which is what I typically say about boredom. A boring job feels like prison.
I hate poverty, hunger and cancer with a capital H.
I hate crystal meth and that it almost killed my brother.
I hate my smart phone. It’s destroying humanity. No, I love my smart phone. The Internet at my fingertips. No, I hate my smart phone. I love my smart phone. Hate. Love. Clearly, this is a love/hate relationship.
I hate it when my Internet breaks down!
I hate getting older. I still feel like I’m in my twenties. Sort of. But I’m not.