Zita_the_Dreamer's Muse

2011-09-09T00:01:00.002-05:00

hello,I know it has been a very long time, but I have had things come up and down in my life.Lets see, the last time I was here was on June 11, 2010. My husband lost unemployment and that put a big damper in what bills to pay. Then my mother did not want me in her life anymore, so she sent the cops after me. She just had to tell me she did not want me in her life any more and that would be that. No, my mother has and always will take the hard way. Enough about that, that is depressing. Then, I am without a job and so is my husband. That starts the fighting and I do not write when I fight, because the bad words, the meanness, and hurt comes out. It is great for writing a fight scene, but for a blog, it is just wrong. Fast forward to now...My husband has a job that takes him out of town sometimes and it pays good, so the internet is back on. Then out of the blue a guy that I gave my heart to and thought was dead finds me on facebook. Sometimes I hate facebook for taking things out of fate's hands that would not happen without facebook or would happen differently. This guy facebook's me and I think that this is great. I flirt with him, yes I know that is wrong because I am married, but I will do anything for this guy because he was the first one. I can not get over that i gave him my heart the first time and never got it back. I cried my self to sleep for months, because I could not tell anyone. I was abused when I was younger and that made me make sure my feelings were not noticed. I still cry at night when my whole house is asleep, because I do not want them to worry or comfort me. I would not know what to do with the comfort from them. This is getting deep and this is all I am going to put for tonight. I am going to leave with a question...WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR FIRST LOVE SHOWED UP AT YOUR DOOR RIGHT NOW?

June 18, 2010

2010-06-18T21:57:00.002-05:00

Hello all,

I am taking a writing course and then I found a website that I lost and now found again. lol.

http://www.toasted-cheese.com/webcal/webcal.cgi

It has writing prompts for everyday of the year. They even keep a back log of past years, so you can find a prompt that will inspire you.

That is all for now. I am writing on paper at this time and might not be here as often as I need to. I try to keep up to post here once a month, if I can.

May 19, 2010...Playing Catch Up. :)

2010-05-19T21:55:00.003-05:00

Hello all,

I am done with my finals and going to spend the summer writing full time. I am taking a writing course to keep me motivated. lol

I know that I have not written here for a long time, but I have been having trouble writing about only one person and I do not want to sound like a crazy person that is hung up on one person.

This song explains it:

Over load by Zappacosta

I can hear your heels clicking on the sidewalk
Beating to the rhythm of my heart caught up in you
You're the only one I want

I follow you home every night
Just to make sure that you get there allright
Baby it's true
Can't think of anything but you

And what I need baby
Is a little bit of sympathy

CHORUS:
You got me on my knees
I burn throughout the night
And I can't live whithout your love
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload

Oh you got to know
You see me everywhere that you go
Doesn't that say something
Obsession's taken hold of me
Yeah, all because of you
You've got to see me through
Can't take another night alone without you
Honey it's true
I am so hung up on you

What I really need baby
Is a little of your company

CHORUS:
You got me on my knees
I burn throughout the night
And I can't live whithout your love
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload

And what I need baby
Is a little of your sympathy

CHORUS:
You got me on my knees
I burn throughout the night
And I can't live whithout your love
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload
Won't you help me cure this Overload

That is all for now...

Memories of the Past that I can not leave there

2010-05-04T18:52:00.003-05:00

The Dance lyrics by Garth Brooks
Songwriters: Arata, Tony;

Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars alone
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey, who's to say you know I might have chanced it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

Yes, my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd of had to miss the dance

A Poem that I love.

2010-03-11T16:22:00.001-06:00

Roads go ever ever on…

Roads go ever ever on,

Over rock and under tree,

By caves where never sun has shone,

By streams that never find the sea;

Over snow by winter sown,

And through the merry flowers of June,

Over grass and over stone,

And under mountains in the moon.

By J. R. R. Tolkien

Lost Love, the story of Fiction

2010-02-14T20:54:00.007-06:00

Hello all,

Happy Valentine's Day!! :) I hope all is having a great day, because I am not. It is a long story for some other time. This is for Lost Love instead.

LOST LOVE

Five years…Five years…In fourteen days it will be five years since Martha saw Kenny. Something told her that she should have not gotten out of bed today. She enjoyed the peaceful life of Montana. She moved there to get away of her past in Texas. Brian died there…

The children grew up, got married, and found a life without her. Yes, they do come and see her once a month to bring all the grand kids and for some holidays. Martha moved to Montana after Brian’s death to escape the pain.

She found peace here. The nature of lots of trees and wild animals helped her write. She started her twelfth book, with more to come. Then this letter…Kenny found her. Valentine’s Day was going to be a big day for her and she was scared.

Martha wanted this day to happen. She even wished for it for years. She was scared of the fact that it was happening, not the man himself. Martha lived with the dreams of the man every night as she lay in bed with her husband. She did everything possible to change her dreams, but nothing helped. Kenny played a roll in every romance dream she had when she closed her eyes.

The real, flesh blooded male named Kenny was coming to Montana on Valentine’s Day for just her and no one else. Martha’s longing romance dreams wer coming true.

Ring, ring, ring…

“There goes the lunch triangle John. Head on in, I’ll finish up here.”

“Yes, mame.” John stopped holding the hose from the water truck and jumped on his horse to ride to the house for food. Martha grabbed the hose out of the oval shaped water trough. Today turned out to be a great day. Ten days till Valentine’s Day and everything was going as plan. ‘I hope the snow holds off until after Valentine’s Day.’ Martha thought.

Martha finished up watering the wild horses in the far back pasture and started riding back as she thought about how she could react when Kenny showed up on that special day. She wondered if she should dress up or just wear her normal T-shirt and jeans.

As she got closer to the house, she saw the tractor with a flat tire and added a mental note to get that fixed. Close to the barn, she noticed the hay field need to be baled. Martha put up her horse in the barn and Steve took the reins to the lead the horse to the grooming area. Martha walked to the house and entered. The work hands were done with lunch and just talking over coffee.

“John, take Mark out to the water trough to bring back the water truck. It needs to get refilled and put back.” Martha looked at John, but John ignored her to keep talking to Wan. “John!”

“Sorry Mame. What did you want?” John looked at Martha as she smiled.

“I want you to change the tire on the tractor.” Mark looked at Martha with wide eyes as John got up and went out the door.

“Martha, if you don’t mine me saying so, but didn’t you tell John to take me to get the water truck?” Martha looked out the door that John left and then nodded.

“Then why change it?” Mark looked puzzled.

“Because he didn’t listen to the easy task, so I changed it to the harder one. Wan, please take Mark out to the water truck for me.”

“Will do mame.” Wan and Mark got up and walked out the door.

“Okay, you got everyone gone. What’s up?” Max looked at Martha with a questioned face. Martha just shrugged.

“Max, I’ll fix my problem. You need to get a team together to bale the hay field.”

“Do you know what you want this time? Round or Square?”

“More an likely square. I seen our neighbors are doing round.”

“Square it is!” Max got up and started to walk out. “Martha, if you need to talk to someone. I’m here for you.”

“Thanks Max. Oh, tell John after he is done with the tractor tire, he needs to muck out the stalls today. If he asks why, tell him what really happened here and if it happens again, he’s fired.”

“Will do boss.” Mark smiled but it faded when Martha didn’t smile too. He just left. Martha went to the kitchen to have lunch and then go have a nap.

Eight days till Valentine’s Day. Martha got up and dressed. Sun was shining through the windows and she could see the hay field having activity of all kinds. The bailer was working at one end and people on the other getting the field ready for the bailer. There was even a group with the truck and trailer after the bailer to pick up the square bales before the elements got to them.

Martha left the house to go to the barn. Everyone was out doing something, so she would have to ready her horse herself.

Scratch, scratch, scratch…

Martha walked into the barn, as the noise got louder. She wondered what the noise was. She did not spend very much time here, so she was not aware if this noise was normal for the barn.

Martha looked at the horse stalls on the left, but they had horse in them that was not bothered by the sound. Then she looked at the stack of boxes on the right, but nothing looked to be moving.

Scratch, scratch, scratch…

The sound seemed to be coming from the area close to the office and tackle room. Martha moved towards the area. A box moved that was next to the door of the office. Martha Kneeled down and moved the box. A cat ran out towards her but made a sharp right just before the cat touched her. It was just close enough to her to make her lose her balance and fall back, flinging the box behind her to hit more boxes on the other side of the walkway.

The boxes started tumbling down like a river towards Martha. She got to her hands and knees to quickly run away from the falling boxes, but doesn’t look out where she was going. Martha then crawls towards a barrel that she hits to make it wiggle off its box and pour its contents on to her. Martha notices she is now oiled from head to toe.

She tries to stand up, but without luck she falls back down. So she lays down and tries to slide out of the spilled oil. Martha makes it out of the oil slick into a large bag that stops her. The large bag was not tied and spills its load on to her oiled body. ‘The contents had to be feathers?’ Martha yells loud enough to get all the horses making noise and stomping hooves.

Martha screams as she sees the black and white cat at the barn opening grooming itself like nothing happened. Martha crawls on hands and knees out the barn opening to stand up outside. When she is sure she can walk, she walks towards the back door of the house where there is a mudroom with a shower and special cleaners to get the mess off.

Martha makes a mental note to go back to bed and stay in her room after her shower for the rest of the day.

Six days until Valentine’s Day and day of the annual County Tractor Relays.

Martha submits in it every time and last year she took home the first place trophy. Martha wondered if Alex from next door would be there to see if he could get the trophy this time.

Ring, ring, ring…

“Hello?” Martha answers the phone.

“It this Martha?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Kenny, did you get my letter?”

“Yyyeeessss.”

“Cool, I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day.” He hung up. Martha slowly put the phone back and melts into the chair at the desk that the phone is on.

Five years ago Martha saw and talked to Kenny. He told her then that he was happily married and to never try to contact him again. She did.

Seventeen years before that is when she first set eyes on Kenny and lost her heart to him. They dated a very short time, but it was the best time of her life.

Now, Kenny was really coming back into her life and she hoped it was to stay. She loved him the first time she saw him and she still loved him. She tried to stay in touch, so he could find her anytime.

Martha now had to get ready for the tractor relay. She dressed in overalls and boots with a long sleeve shirt that she did not mind getting dirty. Martha walked out of her room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

“Ready to go boys?” She asked all the ranch hands that were sitting around the kitchen table with coffee and talking.

“Looks like your ready for the muddy track.” Max had a smile on that spoke volumes.

“Yap! Where’s John?” Martha looked around the table and had a puzzled look.

“He’s the one that took the tractor down to Old Pete’s house. Remember it’s there this time?”
“Oh, I bet that was a boring ride.” Martha and the group laughed. Ten miles is a long way and very slow, boring ride at twenty miles per hour.

“Let’s go!” Everyone headed out to the trucks and drove to Old Pete’s 100-acre ranch that the tractor relay is held every three years or when it rains the night before. This time it snowed.

Old Pete wakes up every morning to go run his tractor over the course to pack the dirt down to make it stay cement hard. People were everywhere around the track. There were all kinds of food like, corn on the cob, brisket, funnel cakes, pigs in the blanket on a stick, and other fun foods like nachos and chili fries.

“What do you want Alex?” Martha spotted Alex walking towards her. She asked when he got to her.

“Just wanted to wish you luck this time. I plan on winning this year and I noticed you were on the list and not Max. To bad for that.” Alex smiled widely.

“Why is that?” Martha looked puzzled.

“Because I have noticed Max on the tractor this year more than you. I feel you have gotten rusty.” Max walked quickly towards Alex but Martha stopped him before he got any closer to sock Alex in the mouth for the remark.

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty head about me. I’m a big girl. You on the other hand, need to go to your tractor. I see it taking off without you.” Martha pointed to Alex’s tractor that was rolling down a hill and people running after it. Max and the ranch hands started laughing.

Soon after Alex got his tractor under control, the relay started. There were twenty tractor owners to go through with rounds. As the time past and the numbers shortened. It was down to Martha and Alex to see who would win the trophy.

Martha and Alex got on their tractors and when the light went on, they were off. Martha and Alex were tied going around the first corner, but Alex got the lead between the second and third turns.

Martha catches up around the fourth turn. Then they had to hook up a shredder in record time and do three circles in a figure eight motion. After that, they had to unhook the shredder and drive around a long hay bundle line to the plow to plow to the finish line.

Martha lost time in the hooking up the shredder, but won the relay and the trophy. Alex was a good sport and shook her hand infront of pictures being taken. As Martha was loading up in the truck, Alex poured a bucket of ice on her. That made Max punch Alex in the nose, which knocked him out. Martha went home cold and wet, but a winner.

Four days until Valentine’s Day. Martha woke up sick.

“Valentine’s Day is ruined! I hate Alex!” Martha yelled as loud as she could with a stuffed up nose and a sour throat. The doctor just left and said she had a cold. Just bed rest was the order from him.

Covered in a heavy blanket, Martha walked up to the window and had to wipe the glass to see the snowfall to the ground. The ground had a nice layer of four inches of snow cover. Martha sighed and turned toward the fireplace and sneezed on the walk towards it. She plopped into the rocking chair that was close to the fireplace and blew her noise on the tissue that she had a box of that she was carrying around.

Martha had lots of time on her hands. She could not go out side because of the snow and her becoming sick. Max came in earlier to let her know he took care of handing out the chores and Alex did not press charges. Alex did come over and said he would, but Max changed his mind by telling him they would press charges to have him pay for the doctor bills. That changed Alex’s mind. Martha sat there wondering what she could do.

Ring, ring, ring…

“Hello?” Martha answered the phone by her. Susan moved the phone close so she could call anyone without moving far.

“Hello, Martha?”

“Hhheeellooo, Kennny.”

“I was wondering if you could talk. I was wondering…”

“If you don’t mind I have a cold, then I can talk all day.”

“Oh, what can I do for you?”

“Just talk to me. I am stuck in this room and cannot leave it until I’m well. And… and it’s snowing four days before…” tears running down her face, “Valentine’s Day. I don’t…”

“Hey, hey! Don’t worry about Valentine’s Day! Why are you worried? So it snows on Valentine’s Day. It is not like the world would end or something.”

“It’s you, just you.” More tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Oh, don’t worry. I will be there for Valentine’s Day. It can snow ten feet and I will still get there.”

“How?”

“Don’t worry about that. What other problem can I solve today? I’m here to serve.”

“I don’t understand and I am still worried. I regret about the time in Floresville…I could have told you more about me or… or I … I could have told you what was going on.”

“Martha, it’s okay. I now understand why you did what you did.”

“How?”

“Your novels. They told me everything. Your writing speaks to me and I listened.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… for everything.”

“Martha, you don’t have to be sorry. I promise I will be there Valentine’s Day and Martha?”

“What?”

“I love you.” Kenny hung up. Martha hung up the phone and shuffled to the bed. She needed sleep.

“Maybe sleep would make this all clear to me.” Martha said out loud to no one in the empty room. As she was closing her eyes, a thought ran through her head. Kenny was already in Montana. How was that possible?

Two days until Valentine’s Day!

Martha snuggled tighter under her blanket as the snow still fell. Max showed up earlier to let her know there was a sheet of snow covering everything that eye could see. That just disappointed Martha more, because she could not go outside and Kenny showing up on Valentine’s Day bothered her.

How was he going to get to her house even if he was in town? She lived ten miles from town. That would be nuts riding a horse that long distance in the snow and it was impossible for a truck to get through before the plows. How would he get here?

Valentine’s Day!

Martha woke up not sick. She could breath normal and she didn’t have a fever. She jumped out of the bed like a kid happy its Saturday. Martha could not decide what she was going to wear. Something red was on the top list. Martha just figured out what she was going to wear when someone knocked on the door.

“Hang on, getting dressed.”

“Martha, it’s Susan and there is some agent here to talk to you. He will be in the den.”

“Thanks Susan.” Martha got dressed in a red silk sweater with a black shirt with hearts on it, then a new pair of jeans. Martha walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the den. She wondered whom the agent was about. When she opened the door to the den, she saw she knew the agent and a smile formed on her face.

“Micheal!” Martha went up to him and gave him a big hug.

“Hi mom.” Micheal had a huge smile on his face and hugged her back.

“Susan said you were an agent. What kind of agent?”

“F B I agent.”

“Wow. I hope you are here for pleasure not business.”

“Just to see you mom, nothing else.”

“Cool, I’ll show you around after breakfast. Have you eaten yet?”

“No, but I’ll eat with you. I miss Susan’s cooking.”

“I bet she don’t miss you eating here. No one else could put away that much food every time.” Martha smiled and lightly punched him on the shoulder with a laugh. Micheal laughed too. They walked out of the den and down to the kitchen where Susan served two plates on the kitchen table. One had more than the other, which all knew it was Micheal’s.

“So, how long are you staying?”

“Hot date mom?”

“Something like that. But no, I was wondering how long I got before that pretty face will be gone.”

“I’m just staying the day, because I’m due in Washington State tomorrow.”

“How are you getting there?”

“Flying, it feels that is all I’m doing now. But it pays great.”

“Sounds like you’re starting to hate your job.”

“Something like that. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my job at the start, but now they have me flying here and then fly there. I don’t have time to get over the jet lag before I have to get on another and fly somewhere else.”

“Oh baby. Why don’t you say something to them? Don’t give me that look. I know they are the government. They picked you for a reason and I know it is not because you will just put up with this. Your to hard headed just to do what your told to do.”

“Thanks mom.”

“Just a thought.”

“Now that your done with breakfast, how about that walk?”

“Oh, I’m not walking all of this land. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting on a horse.”

“Horses it is.” Martha and Micheal went to the barn and got horses to ride.

They went all over the fifty-acre land. When they got back it was time for lunch and Micheal wanted to sit down to talk more, but he was tired out of riding. Everyone had lunch and then left but Martha and Micheal sat on the couch to talk over coffee. This was for three hours and then they said their goodbyes as they exchanged new phone numbers.

Martha watched Micheal drive away in a rented car and saw another rented car pull up in the drive. She wondered who it could be, maybe Kenny. It was not Kenny that stepped out of the car, but a stranger.

“Hello, can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Max Alexander.”

“He should be in that barn over there.” Martha just pointed to the barn behind her and watched the man walk inside of the barn. Martha walked inside to the kitchen where Susan was cooking supper.
“Hey Susan, did I miss anything?”

“No why?”

“There is a stranger here to see Max. Max never gets visitors.”

“Oh that, he is an insurance guy for Max’s truck. John took Max’s truck out when you were sick and wrecked it in the new snow.”

“Oh my, is everything okay?”

“Yah, John just got bumps and bruises. The truck was a mystery until this morning. It’s not as bad as all thought.”

“Where’s John?”

“Back working. He has to pay Max for the cost, but Max isn’t mad.”

“That’s good. Oh, I’m going up stairs to write. Let me know when supper is ready.”

“Will do mame.” Susan said as she handed Martha a cup of coffee to her taste. Martha took the coffee and headed upstairs.

Four hours past when Susan called Martha down, but it was strange. Susan didn’t say supper was ready; she just asked if Martha could come down. Martha put her writing down and walked down the stairs. When she got half way down the stairs, she decided to look up and found Kenny at the bottom looking up at her with a smile. She walked down the rest of the stairs slowly, but never took her eyes off of him.

At the bottom of the stairs, she gave him a big hug, which he moved to a heated kiss. Kenny moved away to stop the kiss.

“Are you ready for me to take you to dinner?”

“Just let me go get my purse and then I’ll be ready.” Martha gave Kenny a smooch on the cheek and then ran up the stairs. She grabbed her purse and ran back down the stairs.

“Ready.” She said as she wrapped her arm around his. They went out the door and walked towards a Chevy truck that they got in. He drove her to the nearest city like he had taken the route a hundred times.

“Nice truck, it looks new.”

“It is.”

“Rented.”
“No, mine.” Martha was fishing for some answers. Why was he driving like he knew this route his whole life? How did he get here? Where were they going? They did not talk the whole time until they got to the very nice restaurant and the valet took the truck at the door.

“Nice.”

“The best for you.” Kenny said with a smile. Martha smiled back and then Kenny grabbed her face to kiss her deeply. “I can not get enough of kissing you.” They got seated and there was so much on the menu that Martha could not decided what to get. They talked about everything on the menu and she decided on a chicken thing as he got a beef thing.

“So, that’s done. How did you get here?”

“Getting to the heart of the matter, are we?”

“Best way. So answer the question.”

“Okay, I flew here.”

“Next question, why did it feel like you have been driving that stretch of road all your life?”

“It felt like it too.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“Foods here.” He saw the waiter walk up behind her with the food.

“Nice timing.” Martha smiled and then looked at her food. Why was he being secretive with her? Was she missing something? They talked about what they had been doing for five years, but when Kenny got to the part of what he was doing for a couple of months, he just said he was working. They finished their food and ordered desert with coffee.

“I know I’ve been secretive and that’s bothering you.” Kenny looked at Martha and she nodded her head. “Would you like to see something? It will explain a lot.”

“Sure, but can I finish my cake?” she smiled.

“Sure.” He smiled back. She finished her cake, he paid the bill, and they left. He drove back to her town, but in the opposite side that she lived on. She only came out this way when she needed hay. That was very rare. They drove past the place she bought hay. They even pasted the spot where the pavement ended.

Then they turned right at a gate about three miles past the ending of the pavement. He drove down the road to a large nice house that only had two lights on. He stopped and turned off the truck.

“Shall we go?”

“Go where, in there? I don’t know this place.”

“I do and I would like you to trust me enough to keep you safe.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Martha got out of the truck and hung on to Kenny’s are as they entered the house. That was strange to Martha that they just walked in. “Is this your place?” Martha let him go to look around.

“No, this is where I’ve been for two months though.”

“Wow, where are they?” Martha was going from room to room looking around. She looked in the kitchen, living room, and den.

“They left. I told them I wanted some time alone with you and your place is full of people.”

“That hurt.” Martha sat down on the couch.

“It’s not like that, but look around. There is no one here to get in the way of anything we do.”

“There’s my room.”

“Mines closer now.” Kenny had a smile on like a cat that finally got the bird.

“Let’s see it.” Martha had a smile to match. He walked over to her and took her hand to lead her to his bedroom.

Kenny told Martha that he came to Montana, because her Face book page said she moved there and she was single. It did not say where she was, so he got a job and it took two months to find out where she was. By they time he found her, it was close to Valentine’s Day. He decided to surprise her on that special day.

The next day Kenny moved in with Martha and a month later they got married.

The End.

Rocky Road, On the Road to Valentine's Day.

2010-02-13T01:02:00.003-06:00

Hello all that read this,

I am sorry that I have not posted anything in a while. Right now at home, I am going through a lot of stuff that I have to think out on my own. I know not many people would not understand what I put up with in my life and would tell me to get rid of it out of my life. Well, my life has gotten a little to rocky for me to understand what happened and I need to get it all thought out.

My marriage is rocky and my life is rocky. I even have my mother making my life rocky from thirty miles away.

I will post the story on Valentine's Day, but this is the last post until Valentine's Day and then that will be my last post until I can get this all straight at home. I am not sure how it will turn out, but I plan on fixing it very soon, my college classes and going to a regular school for field base depends on me to find a way to solve my problems at home.

So does my writing.

The Dreamer, Eliesa, Zita, Martha

Out of Touch, Out of Time- On the Road to Valentine's Day

2010-02-09T00:00:00.004-06:00

I know I am suppose to write something here to night, but I had some home troubles that I have to think through. I am at a crossroads and wonder where I should go from here. I really can not talk about this to anyone and that is something that makes this even harder, because someone else's idea would greatly be helpful right now. Well, I decided to quote some stuff instead of my rambles.

doesn't understand why some men (not all) demand everything you have to offer, then are not willing to sacrifice, or for what it's worth, GIVE anything? Men need to have the ability to compliment their mate, compromise, and fulfill their GOD-GIVEN destiny and be a MAN!!! We as women want to give our men everything we have, but don't take advantage of that, and by all means, don't abuse it....

Just because no one has been fortunate to realize what a GOLD mine you are.... Doesn't mean you shine any less!!!!

What about tears when I'm happy?
What about wings when I fall?
I want you to be a
story for me one
that I can believe in forever.
What about love?
Color Purple

These are prompts from a group that I am apart of called "Writing Challenges" which is a yahoo group.

The website for this group is http://friendswritinghaven.tripod.com/

Tortured Dreams--On the road to Valentine's Day!!

2010-02-07T22:07:00.002-06:00

Time passes so slowly when I feel that I can not see or touch you.

Forever sounds like a long time, but it is not long enough to tell someone how you really feel.

Touches that are not happening now, but might happen later in life.

A dark secret that I can not tell anyone keeps me up at night.

Dreams that have forbidden touches and kisses that will never happen in the daylight hours.

Wake up to noises that creep into your bones and never leave your mind.

Drive to places that have no feeling for your life and pass the past.

Past dreams don't work anymore for the real goals that you think will make you forget them.

Romance is a dream that don't happen in the day light hours anymore.

Could that be why we stay in the dreams that make us happy?

Things that I love. Road to Valentine's Day !!

2010-02-06T20:48:00.001-06:00

I love:

kids illustrations

Bedrooms

midnight

The full moon

Halloween

Leaves

Ballerina music boxes

butterflies

horses

looking backwrds in the car

rain

standing in the rain

dense fog

books

writing

romance

dreams

him

On the Road to Valentine's Day :)

2010-02-05T00:01:00.002-06:00

DARK PURPLE RAIN

RAIN FALLS DOWN LIKE WORDS ON PAPER.

WHO KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN TO ME.

A SONG ON THE RADIO BRINGS BACK MEMORIES.

DAYS OF SIMPLE LIVES AND SIMPLE CHOICES.

THUNDER HELPS ME HAVE WHAT IS DONE ERASED.

THE DARKNESS KEEPS THE TRUTH UNKNOWN.

A LOOK...

A PEEK...

A SMILE...

WORDS ON A PAGE GIVE ME HOPE.

WONDER WHERE YOUR AT WHEN I DRIVE.

I NEED...

I WANT...

I SMILE...

OH, A SMILE FROM A FRIEND.

PURPLE AND VIOLET COVER MY WORLD.

PROTECTION IS SOMETHING NEEDED.

THE NIGHT...

THE SONG...

THE REGRETS...

THE TEARS...

THE END.

Feb 3, 2010, Road to Valentine's Day

2010-02-04T00:17:00.001-06:00

"Violet"

If there's a way that you could
be everything you want to be,
Would you complain that it came too easy?
Just like the games with you and me
A resolution hard to see,
But that's O.K. 'cause I don't
see things that are plain to see
I've got a dream to take you over
Exploding like a supernova
I'm gonna crash into your world
And that's no lie

You want to give ecstacy delivered
with certainty
But you're afraid that the pleasure
won't be needed
In a way, we're the same two people
looking out to sea
For a wave that would carry all our
fantasies

If there's a way to infiltrate you
Sway your mind and complicate you
I'm gonna crash into your world
And that's no lie

Let your body move into the doorway
To the disco inside your head (Violet)
Wear a color that you want to cling to
The color inside your head (Violet)

Contemplate jealously intermixed
with urgency
A million things take a damned
good shot at you and me

If there's a way to infiltrate you
Sway your mind and complicate you
I'm gonna crash into your world
And that's no lie

Let your body move into the doorway
To the disco inside your head (Violet)
Wear a color that you want to cling to
The color inside your head (Violet)

Dance to the disco, Dance to the disco
Dance to the disco, Dance to the disco

I'm gonna take you
I'll do my best to break you
I'm gonna take you higher
And that's no lie

Common sense is a game many
people don't like to play
But give it in and the moment takes
you either way

I've got a dream to take you over
Exploding like a supernova
I'm gonna crash into your world
And that's no lie

Let your body move into the doorway
To the disco inside your head (Violet)
Wear a color that you want to cling to
The color inside your head (Violet)

If there's a way that you could
be everything you want to be,
Would you complain that it came too easy?
In a way, we're the same two people
looking out to sea
For a wave that would carry all our
fantasies

(My Dream and my favorite color)

The beginning of the road to Valentine's Day

2010-02-02T18:48:00.001-06:00

Lyrics to Thunder by Boys Like Girls :

Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go
Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why
I tried

I tried to read between the lines
I tried to look in your eyes
I want a simple explanation
For what I'm feeling inside
I gotta find a way out
Maybe there's a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder

Today is a winding road
Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know
Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Today I'm on my own
I can't move a muscle and I can't pick up the phone
I don't know (I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)

And now I'm itching for the tall grass
And longing for the breeze
I need to step outside
Just to see if I can breathe
I gotta find a way out
Maybe theres a way out

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain

Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope
I'm wrapped up in vines
I think we'll make it out
But you just gotta give me time
Strike me down with lightning
Let me feel you in my veins
I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain

Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go
Whoa

Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder, and I said
Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
Oh baby bring on the pain
And listen to the thunder

New Beginnings for the New Year :)

2010-01-14T13:52:00.005-06:00

Hello all,

I am starting to write again. I know I have said this before, but I am having dreams about the characters of my book I want to finish and also being published. I am more energized to get this book done and published more than I have been the whole time I started it. I want to finish it to get it over with. It is taking over me and I am not liking the results.

I just read what I wrote and it sounds I am losing it or something. I think the something is more closer to the thoughts that are running around in my head. I have college just around the corner and I am thinking of nothing, but my book that is like a haunting dream that will not go away.

I am still acting like a stacker. (I still can not spell that word. I wish I knew the correct spelling, but I can not spell it any closer and can not find it anywhere.)

This is all that I dare to put here. I have more but it will be in my journal at home so it will not come back and haunt me like some people that I know. This web thing is like the real thing the spiders weave. I dare not to get caught in it all. In my life, I have too many things to keep track of that will tangle me in its web that I don't need one more.

I live a complex life that I wish I could go somewhere to just hide. I love the quiet and normal, but that does not happen in my life with four children and a husband that I dare not describe anywhere. I don't even talk about him in my journals. I dare not.

I can say that I write about everyone I meet in my books. I take a little from everyone that I meet and put them in the characters to add depth. Doesn't every writer???

I wonder if I am the only one that adds the people that they meet into the characters that grace their writing?????

I last thought that I have today is...... I can say it is more like a goal.....
I plan on finishing this book called Count Loveliness by the end of the year. I am only on chapter three and I have to go to college to become a teacher. That entails going to a middle school to teach lessons to students too.

Wish me luck on finishing something.

2009-12-08T20:35:00.002-06:00

Hello all,

Here is a contest for a great book from Lori Wilde.

DECEMBER CONTEST: AVON Author Lori Wilde is Sharring the Season!

Title: The Sweetheart Knitting Club
Author: Lori Wilde
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: AVON
Release: Nov. 2009
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Amazon.com, Barnes & Nobles, Borders

Book Description:

"Throw a penny in the fountain of the Twilight town square, and you'll be married to your first love . . . "

website:
http://overtheedgebookreviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-contest-avon-author-lori-wilde.html

December just around the corner and slowing down.

2009-11-30T18:39:00.001-06:00

Hello all,

I have not posted much here, because I have been running at a very fast pace trying to keep up with my real life of becoming a middle school teacher. I did not know that it would effect my writing and my soul. I am justifying what I do and needing to readjust my life. I want to write and I love to write. It is something that calls to me when I do not do it enough, but I wonder why I can not finish anything that I write. I have twenty-five stories started, but have not finished one. I have set goals to finish at least one this year and that does not look like it is going to happen. I am no closer to the end than I was five months ago.

I have this blog here for some people, but I just do not know that they are reading it. I wonder about them, because they are from my past and I wonder if we can reconnect again or has or paths went different directions and never to pass again. I wonder if we will talk again or the last time we talked was the last? I hope not, because I said some things I think they took wrong and the words made me look like a stocker and I am not. I just wish they let me know if it was over or not, just wait. I just need an answer, that is the way that I am. I keep pushing until I get an answer, but they makes people run away faster. That is just me.

This is enough for now. I have to get to writing, something that I have not done in days. I hope to write my way out of this confusen that I am in.

A writer's site

2009-09-28T21:56:00.000-05:00

What I feel like right now. :(

2009-09-28T21:47:00.001-05:00

Pain lyrics by 3 Days Grace
Songwriters: Stock, Barry; Brown, Gavin; Gontier, Adam; Sanderson, Neil; Walst, Brad;

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand

This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me, I've got a plan
When the lights go off, you will understand

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing, rather feel pain

I know, I know that you're wounded
You know, you know that I'm here to save you
You know, you know I'm always here for you
I know, I know that you'll thank me later

Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain

Teaching Heart Mom posting!!!

2009-08-14T18:11:00.002-05:00

Hello,

I am trying to win this and I am blogging about it.

$25.00 Walmart Back to School Party - Giveaway #2

Here is what your blog post should include:Tell us how you would use $25.00 to get ready for Back To School. What would you buy that is Back to School related? Tell us what you love about back to school time. Do you have any special traditions for Back To School???

I would use the gift card by buying things for my new classroom. I know it will not pay for all that I need, but it will be a great help. I love back to school time, because I have four children of my own that I will not get to see as much as I have over this very hot summer in South Texas. This time is very special by being the first time I go to my own classroom. I cannot wait until Aug. 24th. I do not have any traditions for going back to school. I just try not to put things off until the last day, if I can.

If anyone is wanting to join the blog, here it is:
http://teachingheartmom.blogspot.com/

Zita

Revisions, to do or not to do?

2009-06-17T16:30:00.004-05:00

Write on Wednesday on January 28, 2009

How do you do revisions? Are you doing a revision now? If so, how’s it going?

I do revisions by braking down in chapters and seeing if each chapter can stand on its own. One a week would work out good, so I have time to rewrite as much as I need for each chapter.

I am not doing revisions right now. I do not have anything that has to have revisions right now.

I have a lot of things started, but nothing finished and I am in the process to change that. I am catching up on things when all I can do is write.

here is the link for this prompt and more:
http://writeonwednesday.wordpress.com/

A Novel Challenge Info and Writing :)

2009-06-11T13:30:00.001-05:00

Write on Wednesday on January 13, 2009

This one has a list of questions 1- 18.

1.) What’s your favorite genre of writing?

My favorite genre is romance. I do have a couple of mystery, fantasy, and science-fiction stories started, but they have a romance undertone.

For some reason, I cannot stay away from romance. It draws me to it and I wonder why I love to stay in that world more than real life? I think it has to do with me being a Libra and think life should be fare for all and in my stories, they can.

2.) How often do you get writer’s block?
3.) How do you fix it?

I get writer’s block a lot, because I have lots of stuff always going on in my house and I can not find a quiet place to write with out someone needing something.

I have to go fix something or solve a problem before a fight between brothers happen. I feel I am the only grown-up in the house and the only one that can fix anything that goes on.

4.) Do you type or write by hand?
5.) Do you save everything you write?

I type some of my stuff and write by hand when I am not by a computer. I mostly write by hand at night in my bed. Yes, I take my writing to bed all of the time. I eat, sleep, walk, and drive with my writing.

I save everything I write. I am scared that if I throw something away, then I will need it later. If I write something on a small piece of paper, then I move it to a large one made up of these small pieces of paper.

6.) Do you ever go back to an old idea long after you abandoned it?

Yes, I do go back to old idea. They are never abandoned in my mind. If something does not work, they are put away until I feel they are needed. I have a lot of ideas that I keep for times I need inspiration for something else.

It is hard to abandon anything for too long. I just want to write everything, that I really only write a little on everything instead of finishing anything.

7.) Do you have a constructive critic?

My constructive critic for the most part. Most of everyone tells me, I am my own worst enemy. I reject it all in my mind, but I write it all down to make sure I am truly rejecting the work I have done.

I do belong to about three writing groups that critique my work that I let them read. When you think that all the work you do is bad, and then it is hard to let others see it.

8.) Did you ever write a novel?

I have three novels in the making. I have never finished a novel yet. I am hoping for this year to finish at least one novel and three short stories. I finished one news article and will have another done in May.

This has been my goal for some time. One can only hope for more time in an already busy world.

9.) What genre would you love to write but haven’t?

I have not found a genre that I have not tried writing and wanted to. I got a little mixture of stories from almost every genre.

I have mystery, fantasy, science fiction, non-fiction, and historical.

I just thought of two that I have not done.
Gothic and Western

I will try them sometime soon, now that I know I don’t have them.

10.) What’s one genre you have never written and probably never will?

Horror is one genre that I have not tried and probably never will. Don’t get me wrong; I love Stephen King just like the next guy.

I just don’t see myself writing like him, so why try. I know that sounds like a cop-out, but I know I will probably not write every genre there is, but I will do most of them.

11.) How many writing projects are you working on right now?

I am working on about 24 different writing projects at a given time.

A.) News writing article
B.) Romance novel-Count Loveliness
C.) Historical Novel- Count mistress
D.) My blog
E.) Writing back and forth with a friend
F.) Mystery novel- A Rainy Day Romance
G.) Three online writing groups that I have to write something for
H.) A writing group

Here are a couple of writing projects that I am doing at any given time.

12.) Do you write for a living? Do you want to?

No, I do not write for a living. I am a part time provider for my mother. That just means I get paid for taking care of her. Then I go to college to become a Teacher for Grades 4-8. I am working on being an English/ Reading teacher.

For the end of my day, I am a mother of four children and married. I just don’t have time to put writing first. I hope so some day soon.

13.) Have you ever written something for a magazine or newspaper?

As of this year, I have written 750-word article for the College Newspaper. I am going to do another one in May.

I have not done nothing like this before. I was scared and hoped nothing was wrong with it. This was my first non-fiction piece that more than an instructor would read and grade.

14.) Have you ever won an award for your writing?

I have never won an award for my writing or anything else.

I do not gauge my achievements by awards. I am happy with just getting something done, like a novel or short story.

My award for finishing something to myself is a new book to read. I go out and pick out one book that is the latest out for my own personal award.

15.) What are your five favorite words and why?

Read, Write, Dream, Knowledge, and Wisdom

Read—I love to read and a lot I do read. I read everything I can get my hands on.

Write—I write all of the time. I may not write were I need to.

Dream—Dreams are where most of my ideas come from for stories.

Knowledge and Wisdom—Help me put it all together and to know the difference of things I need to know.

16.) Do you write based on your dreams?
I love my dreams. They are where I can work out most of my stories. I go to bed with a problem and then I wake up with a solution.

Sometimes I go to bed and wake up with a story that I just have to put down on paper.

My dreams help me through more than the day-to-day problems.

17.) Do you favour happy endings, sad endings, or cliff-hangers?

I favor happy endings and cliffhangers. I love happy endings with a cliffhanger. Those are the best.

When a heroine and hero get together, but there is a secret from the villain at the end makes my mind run sequels of all kinds through it.

Sad endings are to make you cry and in real life, I get enough of that, so I don’t need it in what I’m going to read as an ending.

18.) Have you ever written based on an artwork you’ve seen?

No, I have never written based on an artwork. I have a friend that does beautiful artwork and would love to write about it, but I have too much to do at this time to add another project.

When I have time, I plan on writing a lot about her artwork. I have so many ideas for the artwork, that it is hard not to start writing about it.

Go here for more:
http://writeonwednesday.wordpress.com/

Zita

After the storm and a long time

2009-06-11T13:21:00.001-05:00

Since last check-in, wrote

141 274 90 174
125 69 +84 +409
+65 +45 174 583 words in other places
331 words in journal 409

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I have been reading Blaze novels more than writing.

Paper Journaler:

In my journal, I do not add things to it. I only write in my journal. I have another journal for things like newspaper clippings and movie ticket, ect.

Blogger:

I have blogged 5 times since last check-in. I have blogged all my paper journal entries.

My blog page is:
http://zitathedreamersmuse.blogspot.com/

This will be there too.

I have been collecting all the prompts and seeds on paper, but I have not written about any of them.

ONE DAY SOON…

Just catching up and having a bad day :(

2009-04-02T21:23:00.001-05:00

Write on Wednesday on January 8, 2009

What fresh ideas do you have for your writing?

At this time I am out of fresh ideas. To help to get fresh ideas, I am taking two English classes and a News Writing class to get ideas flowing.

I am working on my Master’s in Teaching. I choose Teaching for many reasons, but I never knew how many things I am learning to write in different areas of English to become a teacher. On my road to become a teacher is helping my writing to expand more than I imaged.

I have to write papers different from what I have done for past English classes. I am working on becoming an English / Reading Teacher for Grades 4-8. That includes the middle school.

I have to write lesson plans that have to do with English. I am learning different was to analyze different ways to analyze stories and poems and breaking them down for those students to understand them.

Who knew becoming a teacher could improve my writing skills?

A Novel Challenge Info and Writing for the Day :)

2009-03-27T21:26:00.004-05:00

Write on Wednesday on November 11, 2009

Do you do writing exercises or warm ups? Do you think they could be valuable? Have you found warm up exercises helpful in some other area of your life? Examples: art, music, athletics?

The only thing I do to warm up my writing is to do this plan that I got from a group that I am in called: Writer’s Reminders. This group sends a warm up plan once a month to help you remember to do some writing. It does help a lot to do these writing warm ups.

Writing Warm Ups from Writer’s Remembers:
DRAW METHOD AND WEEKLY PLAN----------------------------

The DRAW Method described below is for your daily routine. You will be surprised at how much it helps you focus. The Basic Weekly Plan helps you remember those annoying tasks that tend to fall through the cracks, and for freelance writers, send at least one query-a-week. A sample is listed at the end of this meesage.

One last thing. The message at this link includes tips for reducing spam in your email:http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Writer-Reminders/message/25

Comments or questions? Email me at mailto:julie@organizedwriter.com. Happy writing, and thanks for joining!
Julie

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DRAW DAILY for 20 minutes
Declutter-Read-Assess-Write**
Beginners start here

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1. Declutter (only 5 minutes)
2. Read (only 5 minutes)
3. Assess (30 seconds to 5 minutes)
4. Write (at least 5 minutes)

What is the DRAW method?

Take 20 minutes each day to help you focus. You MUST have a timer and your Writer's Planner for this exercise. My watch has a five-minute timer to keep me on track.

Start by DECLUTTERING for five minutes. You will be amazed at how much you can accomplish in five minutes. Clear a space to work on your desk. Clean space will help your mind settle. Don't get overwhelmed here! When the buzzer goes off, stop. You will do more tomorrow. After a few days, your desk will be clean, and you can move onto another area (maybe your files or bookshelves).

Then READ for five minutes. You want to warm up your brain for words. Stay away from email--it is too easy to go over your five-minute allotment. Jot any new ideas in the Idea Grabber section of your planner.

Use the next few minutes to ASSESS what's your MIP (most important writing project). Flip through your calendar and your list of projects. Get a feeling for what's hot and what can wait. Make notes on your daily/weekly planner. Don't get stuck here. Once you have a MIP, move on to WRITING.

Finally, WRITE. Fill the remainder of your time writing. Use your timer if you need to work on multiple projects. List any submissions, queries, or manuscripts in your planner.

Print the checklist above and check off the steps as you go each day. You deserve that feeling of accomplishment from checking off the list!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PRINTABLE CHECKLIST
http://www.organizedwriter.com/03/checklist.htm

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DRAW daily (Declutter-Read-Assess-Write)**
For more info, visithttp://www.organizedwriter.com/draw.htm
M T W T F S S
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 1. Declutter (only 5 minutes)
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 2. Read (only 5 minutes)
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 3. Assess (30 seconds to 5 minutes)
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 4. Write (at least 5 minutes)

I hope that all that sees this, have an idea to use this as I do.

Dreamer

Catching up an feeling worse.

2009-03-24T20:47:00.003-05:00

Hello all,

Write on Wednesday on November 11, 2009

List every word that you can think of that starts with the letter “a” and the color “Blue”.

“A”

Ashtray
Ash/ Ashes
Airplane
Air
Airline
Atmosphere
Always
Anyway
Age
Another
Am
At
All
Again
Articles

“BLUE”

Sky
Car
Truck
Pillow case
Sheets
Robe
Shirt
Jeans
Shoes
Purse
Book
Pen
Paper
Towel
Phone
Labels

Dreamer

Catching up and feeling down.

2009-03-23T23:45:00.004-05:00

Hello all,

Here is the next "Write on Wednesday" post. I am trying to catch up and here I am having a broke down car, so here I am writing to catch up on things.

Write on Wednesday on November 19, 2009

Write 50 things you’re proud of about yourself and what does this list tell you about the things you value most?

1.) Brian-husband
2.) Chase-son
3.) Michael-son
4.) Spencer-son
5.) Alisha - Daughter
6.) Dolly-dog
7.) Frost-dog
8.) Grumpy-dog
9.) Queenie-dog
10.) Going to college
11.) Passing College
12.) Passes classes
13.) Having my kids pass classes
14.) Moving to Texas A&M-SA
15.) Moving out of the hole
16.) Mickie Schulze
17.) Surviving every year
18.) Being married
19.) Living for the next day
20.) Having just enough money
21.) Miracles
22.) Dreams
23.) Wishes
24.) Surprises
25.) Being okay
26.) Being loved
27.) Being a mother
28.) Flowers
29.) Birds
30.) Knowledge
31.) Food
32.) Drink
33.) Patience
34.) The five senses
35.) Thoughts
36.) Rules / Boundaries
37.) Crafts
38.) Warm / Cold
39.) Wisdom to know the difference.

I stopped at 39 because I do not have 50 things that I am proud of at this time. In about ten years, I will rewrite my list and see if I will have 50 things to be proud of, then.

Dreamer writing her life away.

More Write on Wednesday

2009-03-13T20:19:00.003-05:00

Hello all,

Write on Wednesday on November 19, 2009

So tell me, what are the areas closest to your heart? What aspects of your life in general so you find yourself sharing in writing? Do you enjoy reading writing personal essays? Who are some of your favorite essayists?

My family is the biggest area that is closest to my heart. I write romance to show everyone the 10% of love that is the rest of the area that surrounds my heart, which is close to my heart. In my writing, I see that I show my love for happy endings and what my ex-boyfriends have shown me about the good and bad that can happen along the way on the road to happiness.

I come up with a heroine than I think of all the bumps that I had to go over along the road to happiness and then add a hero that can make that road better with a car of a white horse!

I enjoy reading personal essays of other people, because I can learn from someone else’s mistakes or maybe a new story is in between the lines. I don’t have any favorites because I learn something from everyone.

See post before this one for the line.

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Zita

Making up time on Write on Wednesday. :)

2009-03-12T19:09:00.003-05:00

Hello,

A Novel- Write on Wednesday for November 26, 2009

Share your thoughts on the people who have inspired you in your writing journey?

When I started out writing, I just lost my grandpa and I was not really close to anyone that I could express my true feelings about things to. In the sense of inspiration, I owe my writing to my grandpa for helping me find a new way to express myself.

I have had boyfriends along the way that help my romance flow. They helped me know what I wanted out of a real man and how to turn those feelings into words that would give me the scenes I wanted. I could say that my family inspires me, but my writing comes from my dreams, thoughts, and past. My family only encourages me to do my dreams as I encourage them to follow theirs.

This is just the beginning.

Oh, if you want to know were this site is, here is the link:

http://writeonwednesday.wordpress.com/

Zita is writing to catch up on her life. lol!!

Catching up on e-mails. :)

2009-03-10T21:12:00.003-05:00

Hello all,

I went and gone through one of the many e-mails that I get and found out some one was giving away free books, yes free. I could not pass that by and I needed to post about the giveaway. SO here it is:

I have up to 5 copies of HOW I GOT TO BE WHOWEVER IT IS I AM by CharlesGrodin. Deadline is March 31st. Enter here<http://teddyrose. blogspot. com/2009/ 03/giveaway- how-i-got- to-be-whowever- it-is.html> .

I have up to 5 copies of A LUCKY CHILD by Thomas Buergenthal. Deadlineis March 31st. Enter here<http://teddyrose. blogspot. com/2009/ 03/giveaway- lucky-child- by-thomas. html> .

I have 5 copies of Sway by Zachary Lazar to giveaway. This giveaway endson March 13th, 12 midnight E.S.T. Enter here<http://teddyrose. blogspot. com/2009/ 02/sway-by- zachary-lazar- giveaway. html> .

I also have 5 copies of THE CRIMES OF PARIS: A True Story of Murder,Theft, and Detection by By Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler. This giveawayends on March 13th 12 midnight E.S.T. Enter here<http://teddyrose. blogspot. com/2009/ 02/giveaway- crimes-of- paris-true- story-of. html> .

I also have 2 copies of The Kingmaking by Helen Hollick up for grabs.Deadline is March 13th. Enter here<http://teddyrose. blogspot. com/2009/ 03/blog-tour- interview- with-helen- hollick.html>

Teddy

I want some new books in my collection and I hope this is what it will take to have it.
Thanks to all.

Zita

A Novel Challenges- Wednesday Posts

2008-12-23T13:03:00.005-06:00

Hello all,

I am apart of another group. I have lots of groups that I try to think of things to write for. This group has a writing in a blog on Wednesdays. I have a link to it if you want to know.

Here it is: http://writeonwednesday.wordpress.com/

This is the questions that I answered for last week: So, how about you? Do you find that physical activity inspires your creativity? What’s works best for you - walking, running, dancing, kickboxing? How do you get in touch with your body, and use that awareness to inform your writing? How do you keep your body and mind in balance?

I find that physical activity inspires my creativity. I mostly do Yoga, but I also walk to get my creativity going. Yoga is to get intuned with my body and walking helps to clear my head by talking out all of my problems. Yes, I talk to myself to get the answers I need. When my mind is clear, I can figure out what I want my writing to do and it comes out clearer, because of the Yoga and walking that helps me be balanced. I feel much better that I am treating my body and mind to something good.

Zita

WildeWomenVIPLounge

2008-08-29T11:01:00.001-05:00

I am apart of this group and

August 16, 2008

2008-08-22T19:00:00.002-05:00

I should be writing the rest of Chapter Two in "Count Loveliness", but I have not figured out what I want my sub-characters doing as they talk about the hero. I also need to figure out how and where to discribe my hero and heroine. The heroine does not start until Chapter Two and I have that one half done too. I know I need to describe her somewhere in Chapter One or Two and then have the hero no... no..

I can have the hero describe the heroine and have the heroine describe the hero. Great idea!