The heart is a muscle of great importance for the body as it pumps nutrient rich blood throughout the blood vessels, reaching locations by repeated and rhythmic contraction. The heart is located in the chest cavity, slightly left of center. It beats, on average, 72 times per minute, and according to Wikipedia will beat approximately 2.5 billion – that’s – BILLION – times during an average 66 year lifespan (which we hope is less than our actual lifespan). Remarkable.
But, what is the heart? Continue reading
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Mary Beth Coudal, co-founder of Boot Camp For Writers, and blogger (The Pursuit of Happiness) invited me to join this tour. I am to answer four questions about my writing process and introduce you to three new bloggers, who will do the same next week and on it goes.
1. What am I working on?
I am working on the finalization of the memoir I began in 2008 titled, Passing Through, (which may or may not remain the title). The story is about losing my parents in relatively close proximity and the slow peeling of thoughts, beliefs and emotions that once covered a more judgmental, less compassionate, me. Continue reading
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Through WordPress and other on and off-line writing communities I have found a double handful of friends I might not have otherwise. They are kind, supportive, perceptive and understanding individuals. They rise above, atop a geyser, relationships I’ve had for a much longer time.
We have been going through a difficult time – not impossible, not lethal, but straining. Life throws punches and we punch back, Continue reading
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I have written for as long as I can remember. Early teenage angst, poems and songs in political protest and sensory delight. It has been a way through, almost over, the fray of my experiences. When writing, I perch Continue reading
I am looking for 3 bloggers who want to be guest authors on the My Writing Process blog tour. It’s not hard, I will be doing it this coming Monday 3/3/14. I will answer four questions (easy ones!) on my writing process in a blog on my site, acknowledging the person who invited me to join, and then identifying three authors who will post their own blogs on their process the following week on their sites, 3/10/14. They do the same and the blog rolls forward with three new bloggers each.
I will send you the invitation, the questions, etc. if you are interested. It’s a good exercise as well as a way to get your name and blog to new prospects. I want to be able to include your names on the bottom of my blog post next Monday, so please let me know ASAP.
Wendy Karasin, Musings of a Boomer.
Daily Prompt: Shake it Up
by Krista on February 24, 2014
You’re 12 years old. It’s your birthday. Write for ten minutes on that memory. GO.
The scariest part is, I have none. How is it possible I have no recollection of my 12th birthday? I was heading into 7th grade, at Seth Low Junior High School in Brooklyn. I was on the young side, and was probably (one must guess when one doesn’t remember) nervous about entering a new school. We just left elementary school as 6th graders, the top ladder rung, the leaders, the senior students. Then, in little over a summer, we were back down to the lowest tier.
New school, new teachers, new kids, compartmentalized subjects, movement between classes. But I digress. My birthday. This entire exercise is conjecture because as I mentioned, I don’t remember it. I was hopeful bits and pieces would circulate and return as I began writing. I was hopeful. At the time, birthday parties were small and in our own homes. Those were not the days of Lazer Tag, or Paintball, or make believe Beauty Queens in businesses existing solely for birthday fantasies. They were at home with a cake and perhaps some festive decorations. The celebration was: you. Not who could make the best party, or give the best present, or wear the nicest clothing.
I think I prefer that time.