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Monday, November 4, 2013

Ending with the grin...

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An excerpt:

     "All right," said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained for some time after the rest of it had gone.

     "Well!  I've often seen a cat without a grin," thought Alice, "but a grin without a cat!  It's the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life!"

~ from Alice in Wonderland,
written by Lewis Carroll

What's the most curious thing you've ever seen?

Tuesday, October 29, 2013


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Halloween is this week, of course. I wanted to feature a word appropriate to the occasion and finally decided on one: cackle [kak-uh l].  This word can be used as a verb, meaning "to laugh in a shrill, broken manner" or as a noun, meaning "the act or sound of cackling".  I like the word because it is descriptive, it's fun to say, and it is an example of onomatopoeia -- it sounds like what it means.  I came up with a couple of sentences using this week's word:

From the open door of the abandoned, ramshackle house 
came an eerie sound like a witch's cackle.

She grinned broadly and began to cackle, 
her whole body shaking with laughter.

How would you use the word cackle in a sentence?  What other "Halloween-y" words can you think of?

Monday, October 28, 2013

House of Horrors

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An excerpt:

     "How much money you got?" I asked Cecil. Cecil had thirty cents, too, which made us even. We squandered our first nickels on the House of Horrors, which scared us not at all: we entered the black seventh-grade room and were led around by the temporary ghoul in residence and were made to touch several objects alleged to be component parts of a human being. "Here's his eyes," we were told when we touched two peeled grapes on a saucer.  "Here's his heart," which felt like raw liver. "These are his innards," and our hands were thrust into a plate of cold spaghetti.

~ from To Kill a Mockingbird,
written by Harper Lee

Have you ever been in a "House of Horrors" like this?  I remember doing this at a friend's Halloween party once when I was young, only we were blindfolded.  I wasn't scared by it, but it was still a bit creepy to touch the various items when I couldn't actually see them.

Saturday, October 26, 2013


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sweet apple,
what do you hide?
Wormy and
rotten inside.

sweet apple,
so shiny and red,
taste it,
don't waste it,
come and be fed.

one bite and
you're dead.

~ Eve Merriam,
from Halloween ABC

Are you ready for Halloween?  Our family loves celebrating the holiday and we "go all out" for it.  We just hosted a Halloween party last night and had a spooktacular time! :) Around this time of year, I also love to read deliciously dark and creepy poems like this one.  Hope you'll enjoy it, too!

Thursday, October 24, 2013

A good library...

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"A good library 
will never be too neat, 
or too dusty, 
because somebody
 will always be in it, 
taking books off the shelves 
and staying up late reading them."  

~ Lemony Snicket

I love this quote -- and also the picture of the little boy, intently reading. :) 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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Whenever I pick a word to share here on the blog, I always start seeing that word everywhere afterwards.  This week's is no exception.  I decided probably a month ago that I wanted to use "ethereal" for this week.  Soon after that, I started seeing the word in the books I was reading and hearing it used in conversations.  The director of the community choir I'm in even handed out a musical score with lyrics that contained the phrase "restless bones etherealize". *  Spooky, huh?  :)

Ethereal [ih-theer-ee-uh l] is an adjective that can mean "light, airy, or tenuous" or "extremely delicate or refined".  Here are a few sentences I came up with, using the word:

The spiderweb sparkled in the morning sunshine, 
an ethereal masterpiece of nature.

An ethereal specter floated in front of my eyes, 
confirming my suspicions that the house was haunted.

The young girl's pale face and large dark eyes 
gave her appearance an ethereal look.

How would you use the word ethereal?  Can you think of other synonyms besides the ones listed in the definition?

* From the song "Grim Grinning Ghosts"

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Pumpkin Picking

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Pumpkin Picking

Let's go picking in the pumpkin patch.
Now we're jiggling the old gate latch.
Gate swings wide and we step inside.
Pumpkins spread like an ocean tide.
You take the one like a fat balloon.
I'll take the one like an orange moon.
Hike to the house in fifty paces.
Then we'll carve out the pumpkin faces.

~ Sandra Olson Liatsos

One of my favorite things to do in October is to pick out my pumpkin (either from a pumpkin patch, like Liatsos writes about in her poem, or from the store), figure out what kind of face it needs, and then carve it!  It's messy and slimy, but I love it anyway. :)  How about you?

Monday, October 21, 2013

Like lines of quiet people...

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An excerpt:

[...] But real, live authors wrote every one of those books, so the shelves are like lines of quiet people, sitting up straight and polite, waiting to talk to me. Someday I'll have a book of my own.  Someday my book will talk.

~ from Sahara Special,
written by Esme Raji Codell

I just read Sahara Special this last weekend, and it is one of my new favorite books.  One of the things I enjoyed about it (there were many!) is how much the main character, Sahara, loves books, the library, and writing.  I definitely felt a connection with her!  I, too, hope that someday my book will talk....

Saturday, October 19, 2013

October Saturday

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October Saturday

All the leaves have turned to cornflakes.
It looks as if some giant's baby brother
had tipped the box
and scattered them upon our lawn --
millions and millions of cornflakes --
crunching, crunching under our feet.
When the wind blows,
they rattle against each other,
nervously chattering.

We rake them into piles --
Dad and I.
Piles and piles of cornflakes!
A breakfast for a whole family of giants!
We do not talk much as we rake --
a word here --
a word there.
The leaves are never silent.

Inside the house my mother is packing
short sleeved shirts and faded bathing suits --
rubber clogs and flippers --
in a box marked SUMMER

We are raking,
Dad and I.
Raking, raking.
The sky is blue, then orange, then gray.
My arms are tired.
I am dreaming of the box marked SUMMER.

~ Bobbi Katz

I love the image of the leaves as cornflakes, spilled by a giant!  I remember many autumn days when I was young, raking and raking, just like in this poem.  (We don't get many leaves in the yard at our current home, thank goodness.)  My arms would get tired, too.  I don't know that I dreamed of summer while doing it, but I might have dreamed of winter and Christmas.  Nowadays I try to just enjoy whichever season I'm in -- though it's much easier to appreciate autumn now that I don't have to rake! :)

Friday, October 18, 2013

Websites for Young BookWyrms and Writers

Ben with the book he won in a raffle drawing.
Last night my son Ben's elementary school held "Family Reading Night".  (Personally, I think every night should be Family Reading Night, whether at school or home or wherever.)  The rest of our family was busy, but I took Ben to the 1-1/2 hour event.  He, like the other student participants, went dressed in his p.j.s.  He also brought his best friend (and stuffed rabbit) HopHop along.

There were different activities going on in various rooms throughout the school, including a book swap, a picture book reading and discussion about story elements, and some reading games.  And in the computer lab, the principal talked about various reading and writing websites that kids and their parents can use at home.

I thought I'd share some of those sites with you, since Ben and I found them interesting:

Book Wink -- Through podcasting and short book talk videos, this site aims to "connect kids in Grades 3 through 8 with books that will make them excited about reading."

Slime Kids Book Trailers -- Similar to movie trailers, these book trailers provide viewers with a brief peek into a variety of books and entice them to read.  In addition to the videos, each book listing also offers a description of the book and information about its author.

ReadWriteThink -- This site contains games & tools, tips & how-tos, printouts, and podcasts -- all designed to help parents help their kids learn to love reading and writing.

KidsReads -- On this site, you'll find book reviews, author interviews, contests, and more!

There was also a poetry site that Ben LOVED: ETTC's Instant Poetry Forms.

It helps young writers create poetry by filling in some boxes with their own word choices.  Ben composed two different poems and was so excited about them.  He even asked me if I would share them here on my blog, and I told him I would. :) I have a feeling we'll be logging on to this poetry site often from now on!

Ben composes a poem.

Here are Ben's poems, as promised:

I am a...

I am a snake,
green as a leaf.
I slither around.
I pounce on my prey.
I can camouflage myself.
I can curl around a branch.
I am a snake.

~ Ben H.


I Can't Write a Poem

Forget it!
You must be kidding.
I don't know how to spell.
I don't know what to write about.
All the letters come out sloppy.
I keep getting stuck.
I can't keep my eyes straight.
I'm busy.
My pencil keeps breaking.
Each day I have to go to bed and then I forget it.
Time's up? Uh-oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot.  Would you like to see another one?

~ Ben H.

Do you know about any other great sites for young writers and BookWyrms?  I'd love to hear about them and add them to the list here!

Thursday, October 17, 2013

I require books...

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About the library:

"I love the place; 
the magnificent books; 
I require books as I require air." 

~ Sholem Asch

I feel the same way as Mr. Asch.  I NEED books, just as I need food, water, and air to breathe.  And, oh, how I love libraries!  How about you?

Wednesday, October 16, 2013


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Last year when I asked my Facebook friends what their favorite words are, one friend said she'd always liked prestidigitator [pres-ti-dij-i-tey-tohr].  This noun is another word for magician or conjuror.  I don't know about you, but I have a hard time saying it!  It's a fun word, though.  I even heard it used in conversation a few weeks ago, at our local Pumpkinfest.  (Not surprisingly, it was used by a magician  during his show.)  Here are a few sentences that I came up with using this week's word:

The precocious child piped up, 
"I'm going to be a prestidigitator for Halloween!"

The professional prestidigitator performed 
incredible feats of magic for his amazed audience.

How would you use this word?  What are some of your favorite words?

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Monster Home

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Monster Home

A monster made its very home
Inside the middle of this poem.
This monster loved to gobble words --

Of this poor poem it ate two-thirds.

~ Douglas Florian, 
from Bing, Bang, Boing

I thought this was a fun little poem to share during the Halloween season, even though it's not really about Halloween.  Every time I read it, it makes me chuckle. :) Poor poem....

Sunday, October 13, 2013

One life to live?

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"It is not true 
we have only one life to live; 
if we can read, 
we can live as many lives 
and as many kinds of lives 
as we wish."

 ~ S.I. Hayakawa

One of the reasons why I love reading so much is because of all the other lives that I get to "live" while doing it....

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Night Comes...

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Night Comes...

Night comes
out of the sky.

Stars come

Moon comes

Who is

Who is afraid
of the night?

Not I.

~ Beatrice Schenk de Regniers

I love all of the rhymes in this poem, the verbs, and the image of night "leaking out of the sky".  It makes me want to sit out under the stars tonight.  (Too bad it's supposed to rain!)

Thursday, October 10, 2013

From a lawn chair to the clouds...

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"To me, 
poetry is a marriage 
of craft and imagination.  
The making of a poem 
requires attention
 to form, sound, 
revision, and precision. 
But imagination lifts you 
from a lawn chair to the clouds.  
And this is the mystery of poetry." 

~ Christine E. Hemp,
 in The Place My Words are Looking For

Hemp's image of imagination lifting poets "from a lawn chair to the clouds" makes me smile and nod.  Yes, it's important for writers to pay attention to the actual crafting of their poems.  But if that's the only thing we focus on, we'll be stuck sitting in our metaphorical lawn chairs, feet on the ground.  To soar to the clouds with our poems, we also need a healthy dose of imagination.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


While this verb can also mean "to chew over and over" (often used with cows and other similar animals), ruminate [roo-muh-neyt] has another definition I want to focus on this week: "to meditate or muse; ponder".  After a little rumination (see what I did there?), I came up with these sentences using the word:

Walking alone in the woods each morning 
gives me a chance to relax and ruminate.

Why don't you ruminate on those facts for awhile 
and try to come up with a solution to our problem?

How would you use the word ruminate?

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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The morns are meeker than they were,
  The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
  The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
  The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
  I'll put a trinket on.

~ Emily Dickinson

I love Dickinson's images of the world around her, decking itself out in its autumn finery.  What natural "trinkets" have you noticed so far this fall?

Monday, October 7, 2013

Sky full of wings...

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An excerpt:

     All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings.  Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it.  Wings of geese, of brant, of ducks and pelicans and cranes and heron and swans and gulls, bearing them all away to green fields in the south.

     The wings and the golden weather and the tang of frost in the mornings made Laura want to go somewhere.  She did not know where.  She only wanted to go.

~ from By the Shores of Silver Lake,
written by Laura Ingalls Wilder

I go walking at a nearby forest preserve several days each week.  When I'm there, I always pass by a small lake that attracts all kinds of birds and other wildlife.  Now that it's fall, I often see the sky there filled with wings.  Flocks of birds stop at the pond for a break on their way south. When the birds are rested and take to the skies once again, I feel like Laura.  I want to go somewhere, too.

Sunday, October 6, 2013


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Homework sits on top of Sunday, squashing Sunday flat.
Homework has the smell of Monday, homework's very fat
Heavy books and piles of paper, answers I don't know.
Sunday evening's almost finished, now I'm going to go
Do my homework in the kitchen.  Maybe just a snack,
Then I'll sit right down and start as soon as I run back
For some chocolate sandwich cookies.  Then I'll really do
All that homework in a minute.  First I'll see what new
Show they've got on television in the living room.
Everybody's laughing there, but misery and gloom
And a full refrigerator are where I am at.
I'll just have another sandwich.  Homework's very fat.

~ Russell Hoban

It's been awhile since I've had to do homework myself, but I remember how I'd feel on Sunday evenings when I still had work to finish.  Hoban describes it very well in this poem!  I like his image of all those papers and books squashing the fun out of Sunday.

My three children aren't procrastinators like their mom, so they're usually finished with all of their weekend homework on Friday night -- smart kids!  However, I bet they'd still agree that homework's very fat. :)

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Dear Diary...

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"A great library 
contains the diary 
of the human race."  

~ George Mercer Dawson

I hadn't thought about it before reading this quote, but it's true.  The books in a library make up our diary, telling all about who we humans are now, who we've been in the past, who we want to be in the future.  They reflect our hopes, our dreams, our fears, and much more.  I wonder which diary volumes I'll check out and bring home next?

Friday, October 4, 2013

Just Keep Writing...

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Even if you've never seen Disney's animated movie, Finding Nemo, you've probably heard its most famous line, sung by Dory the fish (and voiced by Ellen DeGeneres), "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming."  In that scene, Dory is trying to encourage Nemo's father, Marlin, not to give up.

I've decided to take Dory's line, change it a little to fit my needs, and use it as my personal mantra:

Just Keep Writing.  
Just Keep Submitting.

It seems like obvious advice for a writer, I know.  One's work will never be published if one doesn't first write it and then submit it somewhere.  As I've written here before, however, it's so easy to get discouraged.  I did quite a bit of writing last year and quite a bit of submitting, but all I got in return was a pile of rejection letters.  It's easy to give up after that. I wouldn't say that I did give up, but I'll admit that I haven't been nearly as enthusiastic or motivated about writing and submitting this year as I was last year.  Until....

Until last month when, out of the blue, I received an email stating that one of the poems I'd submitted to Spider magazine over a year ago has been accepted for publication. (Insert happy dance here!)  That one little email changed my whole perspective.  While it's true that I still have to wait a few years to see my poem in print, the knowledge that someone out there liked it enough to accept it gives me hope. It also reminds me that I need to keep on writing and keep on submitting.  

In all likelihood, most of the poems and stories I write will never get published.  I need to keep on trying, though, and never give up.  Someday, when I least expect it, I will get good news again!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Autumn Night Music

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Autumn Night Music

Summer is waning;
nights are gaining.
Evening trees have lost their song.
Katydids, the last to strum,
are packing up and moving on.

Music lovers, don't despair!
Autumn tunes are in the air.
Just tonight I heard a breeze
practicing inside the trees.

There is music after summer
with a different kind of strummer!

~ Constance Levy

I love the images (and the rhymes!) in this poem.  Days are getting shorter, we've said goodbye to summer, but there will still be music and beauty to enjoy now and in the months to come -- it's just a different kind of music and beauty than what summer brings....

Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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I can't believe it's October already, can you? One of my favorite things about this time of year is the rich, beautiful rainbow of autumn colors everywhere I look. There are the oranges, the purples, the yellows, the browns, and the reds. One of those reds is vermillion [ver-mil-yuh n], which is "a brilliant scarlet red". Here are a few sample sentences:

The trees on the hillside blazed with crisp vermillion leaves, 
brilliant against the blue October sky.

"Sweet ride," he said, trailing a finger 
along the vermillion hood of the car.

What other vermillion things can you think of? How would you use the word vermillion?

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

We'll discover...

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An excerpt:

     "It's Batty's fault," said Skye.

     "It is not," said Batty.

     "Of course it is," said Skye.  "We wouldn't be lost if Hound hadn't eaten the map, and Hound wouldn't have eaten the map if you hadn't hidden your sandwich in it."

     "Maybe it's fate that Hound ate the map.  Maybe we'll discover something wonderful while we're lost," said Jane.

     "We'll discover that when I'm in the backseat for too long with my younger sisters, I go insane and murder them," said Stacy.

~ from The Penderwicks,
written by Jeanne Birdsall

I just started reading The Penderwicks yesterday, and this humorous passage jumped out at me.  Maybe that's because our family just got back from a three-day road trip, and by the end of it I was wondering if one of my darling children was going to murder a sibling or two, LOL.  Have you ever been on a trip like that?

Sunday, September 29, 2013

To read a book...

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"To read a book for the first time 
is to make an acquaintance with a new friend; 
to read it for a second time 
is to meet an old one."  

~ Chinese Saying

I really like this image of books being our friends ~ it certainly seems that way whenever I read one!

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Only My Opinion

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Is a caterpillar ticklish?
  Well, it's always my belief
That he giggles as he wiggles
  Across a hairy leaf.

~ Monica Shannon

I've seen dozens of caterpillars lately, most of them crawling along the bike trail at our local forest preserve.  Every time I spot one, I think of this poem and smile. :)

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Vamoose and Skedaddle

Today I'm giving you two words for the price of one. :) The words are synonymous and both are fun to say. I was thinking about them while riding my bike yesterday, using them in a rough draft of a picture book manuscript I was writing in my head! The first word is vamoose [va-moos]. The second is skedaddle [ski-dad-l]. Both words are verbs that mean "to leave hurriedly or quickly; flee".

Here are a few sample sentences:

The two boys looked at each other, their eyes wide.  
"We're gonna be in so much trouble if Mom sees this 
mess," said Tommy.  "Time to vamoose!"

The man peered over the top of his glasses, 
his whole face frowning.  "You kids get off my lawn 
right now!" he shouted.  "Skedaddle!  I mean it!"

"If we don't skedaddle, we're going to be late to the party!"

How would you use the words vamoose and skedaddle?

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Be still and listen...

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"The discipline of the writer 
is to learn to
 be still and listen
 to what his subject has to tell him."

 ~ Rachel Carson 

I'm still learning how to do this -- how to be still and listen to the characters in my head so that they can tell me their stories. When I do, though, it is so much easier to write! Have you ever had this experience?

Tuesday, September 24, 2013


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Now the summer is grown old
the light long summer
                                     is grown old.
Leaves change
and the garden is gold
with marigolds and zinnias
tangled and bold
blazing blazing
orange and gold.
                               The light long summer
                                is grown old.

~ Charlotte Zolotow

I don't know about you, but I can't believe that fall is already here.  This year has been flying past!  I'm a couple of days late, but -- goodbye, summer and hello, autumn!

Someone asked the other day what my favorite season is.  I don't really have a favorite.  I like them all! While I will miss some things about summer (sunshine, warm weather, chilling out in the pool, lazy days with nowhere to go), I am looking forward to all the joys that autumn brings.  I love the colors of fall, the crisp days, picking apples, decorating for Halloween, and so much more.  Wishing all of my readers out there an amazing autumn! :)

Monday, September 23, 2013

A "Blue... is Two!" Grand Prize Winner

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Surprise, surprise!  Yes, I AM still alive, and yes, I did FINALLY draw a grand prize winner for June's "Blue... is Two!" Birthday Contest.

I sincerely apologize for neglecting this blog for the past 2-1/2 months and for not drawing for a winner back in July as promised.  It was never my intention to be gone from here for so long.  I'm back now, though, and I pulled the grand prize winner's name out of my blue bowl earlier this afternoon.  Congratulations to my friend


who has won a $10 e-gift card from Barnes & Noble as well as the book BookSpeak! by Laura Purdie Salas.  Tara is a fellow poetry-lover, so I know that she will appreciate that book!

To see the video of the drawing, please click on the following link:


(P.S. I am hoping to get back to my regular posting here at Blue Sky, Big Dreams this week. :) )

Friday, June 28, 2013

Our Last Friday Drawing Winner...

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Congratulations to our latest winner...

Melissa K!  

(To see the video of the drawing, please click on the link: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10152993001630515)

We will be drawing for the Grand Prize Winner on July 8th, when I return from vacation.  Even though I won't be here in the meantime to post new content, please feel free to comment on any older posts and earn more entries for the "Blue..." is Two Birthday Contest!

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Friday, June 21, 2013

This Week's Friday Drawing Winner...

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Drumroll please...

The winner of this week's "Blue..." is Two Birthday Contest Friday Drawing is...

Karen R.!

More details are posted at this blog's Facebook page.

Congratulations, Karen!  Enjoy your Barnes & Noble e-gift card, and happy reading! :)

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Reading: Summer

Emmalie at the beach, summer 2012

Reading: Summer

Summer is with it
                       she's wild,
                       she likes
                       bare legs and cutoffs
                       and camping
                       and hikes;
                       she dives in deep water,
                       she wades in a stream,
                       she guzzles cold drinks
                       and she drowns in ice cream;
                       she runs barefoot,
                       she picnics,
                       she fishes,
                       digs bait,
                       she pitches a tent
                       and she stays up too late
                       while she counts the stars,
                       swats mosquitoes and flies,
                       hears crickets,
                       smells pine trees,
                       spies night-creature eyes;
                       she rides bareback,
                       goes sailing,
                       plays tennis,
                       climbs trees;
                       she soaks in the sunshine;
                       she gulps in a breeze;
                       she tastes the warm air
                       on the end of her tongue,

                       and she falls asleep
                       in the sun.

~ Myra Cohn Livingston

Happy First Day of Summer, everyone! :)

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The stories her father told her...

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An excerpt:

     What kept Minli from becoming dull and brown like the rest of the village were the stories her father told her every night at dinner.  She glowed with such wonder and excitement that even Ma would smile, though she would shake her head at the same time.  Ba seemed to drop his gray and work weariness -- his black eyes sparkled like raindrops in the sun when he began a story.

~ from Where the Mountain Meets the Moon,
written by Grace Lin

I've been out of town for a few days, spending time with my parents, sister, and other family, and I didn't get a chance to post anything new while I was gone.  I'd like to wish a belated Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there!  I decided to post this excerpt (from a book I read on my trip) because it reminds me of my own dad who used to always tell me stories at bedtime.  His eyes would sparkle just like Ba's, and I'm sure that I glowed like Minli as I listened. :)

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Saturday, June 15, 2013


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"The poet doesn't invent.  
He listens."  

~ Jean Cocteau

I think this quote works for other writers, as well.  Listen, listen, listen, write, write, write. :)

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Friday, June 14, 2013

A New Friday Winner!


Congratulations to Lois N., this week's winner of the  "Blue..." is Two Birthday Contest!  She has won a $10 e-gift card from Barnes & Noble.  Happy Reading, Lois! :)

Here is a link to the video of the drawing, posted on this blog's Facebook page:

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Happy Birthday to Me?

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Happy Birthday to Me?

I was born in May.
Or June, perhaps.
It might have been
The truth is,
I was very young;
I simply
don't remember.

~ Alan Katz

This poem makes me laugh!  I thought it was a perfect one to share on my birthday.  Hope you all have a wonderful day!  (Hope I do, too.)

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Wednesday, June 12, 2013


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I love the word cerulean [suh-roo-lee-uh n] for two reasons: the way it sounds, cool and peaceful, and also its meaning.  Cerulean is an adjective that means "deep blue; sky blue; azure".  Blue (any shade, really, but especially a deep sky blue) just happens to be my very favorite color. :) Here are some examples of the word in a sentence:

Digging her toes in the sand, 
she gazed out at the cerulean sea.

I painted my bedroom cerulean, 
a serene color to remind me of sunny, summer days.

The child's kite resembled a big, colorful bird 
against the cerulean sky.

How would you use the word cerulean?  What else can you think of that can be described that way?

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Nothing like a dream...

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"There is nothing 
like a dream 
to create the future." 

~Victor Hugo

Dreams are like the dandelion in the picture above.  They start out as little seeds, but with the right "push" and nurturing, they will eventually take root and sprout, growing into something truly amazing....

Monday, June 10, 2013

A Happy Birthday

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An excerpt:

     "You ought to write 'A Happy Birthday' on it."

     "That was what I wanted to ask you," said Pooh.  "Because my spelling is Wobbly.  It's good spelling but it Wobbles and the letters get in the wrong places.  Would you write 'A Happy Birthday' on it for me?"


     So Owl wrote... and this is what he wrote:


     Pooh looked on admiringly.

     "I'm just saying 'A Happy Birthday,'" said Owl carelessly.

     "It's a nice long one," said Pooh, very much impressed by it.

     "Well, actually, of course, I'm saying 'A Very Happy Birthday with love from Pooh.'  Naturally it takes a good deal of pencil to say a long thing like that."

     "Oh, I see," said Pooh.

~ from Winnie-the-Pooh,
written by A. A. Milne

It's birthday week at our house -- my husband's birthday tomorrow and mine on Thursday.  (And then Blue Sky, Big Dreams's next Monday!)  In honor of all these birthdays, I thought I'd share this passage from Pooh.  It always makes me smile -- hope it will do the same for you! :)

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Never too old...

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"You are never too old 
to set another goal 
or dream another dream."

~ C. S. Lewis

My birthday is coming up this week -- I will be 45 on Thursday.  (Gulp.)  Imagine my delight at the beginning of this month when I turned the page in my Mary Engelbreit calendar and saw the quote above.  It felt like a message meant just for me!

My writing goals and dreams have been put on hold for most of 2013 so far.  Life got busier than ever for several months, and then even after things calmed down a bit, I've still been having trouble making the time to write.  Part of that has to do with working on some other goals unrelated to writing; those goals take time, too.  I think the rest of it has to do more with my own insecurities, though, and fear of failure.  

I worked really hard on writing last year.  I wrote over a hundred poems, I think, plus some short stories, and I started on a new novel.  I also submitted my work to dozens of magazines, publishers, and agents -- only to be turned down by every single one.  My head KNOWS that I just have to keep trying.  My heart, on the other hand, is tired of being bruised and wants a little break from rejection.

I originally intended to set new writing goals in January, for the new year ahead, and then share them here.  That never happened.  I was beginning to give up on 2013, thinking it would be completely unproductive, even with six whole months left in which to accomplish great things.  But then along came C.S. Lewis and Mary Engelbreit, to remind me that it's never too late -- not even when I'm turning 45 and the year's half over -- to set another goal.

So, here are my goals for the remainder of 2013:
  1. Carve out time every week (if not every day!) to write
  2. Finish my latest novel
  3. Write at least 30 poems ~ that's only five per month
  4. Start working on the new book I've been thinking about for several months now
  5. Keep looking for an agent
  6. Send out at least 2 submissions per month
  7. Don't give up!
I hope that everyone reading this will take C. S. Lewis's quote to heart.  You're never too old.  (Or too young.)  Set new goals.  Dream new dreams.  Dream BIG dreams.  And then work to make them come true.

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Friday, June 7, 2013

Our First Friday Winner!

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Congratulations to Ellen D., the first winner of the "Blue..." is Two Birthday Contest!  She has won a $5 e-gift card from Barnes & Noble.  Happy reading, Ellen! :)

Here is a link to the video of the drawing, posted on this blog's Facebook page (I've tried uploading it here, but it's not working, unfortunately):

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)

Cat Kisses

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Cat Kisses

Sandpaper kisses
On a cheek or a chin
That is the way
For a day to begin!

Sandpaper kisses
A cuddle, a purr.
I have an alarm clock
Covered with fur.

~ Bobbi Katz

This poem makes me smile. :)  It reminds me of the cat I had growing up, Hobbit (best kitty ever!) -- he loved to wake me up with his sandpaper kisses.  I sure do miss him.

(Psst... if you haven't heard about the "Blue..." is Two! Birthday Contest yet, you can find all the details here.)