Friday

Hitting the Books!!!

Other than the contest I had the last week of May, I've been basically neglecting my blog. No excuses!!! I mean I have lots of them, but I"m not going to list them here.

But I miss posting. Somehow I manage to post something on my F.A.I.T.H blog every Monday, but I haven't been doing that here. Well, I'm going to start back. I know I"ve posted this schedule before, but I'll be posting Tuesday, Thursday, and then one day on the weekend.

Not that I have all that much interesting stuff to say and post, but I"ll give it a shot.

We do have a good time over at the F.A.I.T.H. blog. There are always interesting topics being discussed over there. Right now we're talking about writing alot. Revising, starting new books.

I'm in the throes of both. I've got a new book I"m ready to start and one I need to revise. So right now I"m working on the revisions. That's why the meter at the right isn't going up, because I'm revising my book titled Girl in Waiting. I'm also trying to develop stories for the two other girls in the book, Velvet and Braedyn. I hope to be able to write sequels to the book, but I can't do that if all is well. I mean there would be no conflict!! (Which is the story of my writing life, but maybe I'll post on that this weekend).

So that's what I'm doing, revising, learning, learning about my characters, learning to plan ahead and learning skills which will help me when an editor says "I want to buy your book, but we need to make a few changes."

Is there anything you're learning right now? Care to share?

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am learning that you need better Excuses !!!!!!!!!!!!!

Still love you however.........

Belinda Peterson said...

I didn't list my excuses! But they are no more.

Glad you still love me....
You know I'm still loving you!!

Jane said...

Thanks for dropping by my blog. I love meeting someone who lives nearby.
Good luck with your books. I think that is great.

Poetry said...

4 June 2007



After the storm, my mind cleared.


And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.







running quartz crystals through a blender.

sand through your engines.

bubbles in your bays.

estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...

sand through your eyes.













5 June 2007




Calm as baby's breath


as peaceful as the storm's eye


Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds


a warm and windy tropical day.










7 June 2007


Black water at dusk.

Lighting on the horizon.


Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.


A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.


And Thunder like God clearing his throat.










8 June 2007




Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters.


a sky as clear eyed as a young girl.


bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light.












9 June 2007



Tickled her fancy.


giggling all the day long.


pretty good for a Saturday.


Clouds on the lake floating aimlessly by.



She smiled big--grinned really.









12 JUne 2007


A silver sky

ripe for the mirror.

you can not see yourself in this mirror

you can only see others

moreover, you can only see what others choose to expose.

Their houses, their boats, their sea-doos.




Birds skimming low over the water could

like as not

see them selves if they were to look down

as they skim low over the water

but they never do.

Rather they allow their reflections to chase them

quick and sharp over the still, glistening waters

while the bird's mind remains ever fixed on

food, or other birds, or escaping those damn noisy humans.










A dense forest impenetrable as a gaze.

















13 JUne 2007



Like angry bee's eyes

the metal screen seen through the bamboo blinds.



A million insects dot the lake spreading micro ripples








14 June 2007



Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.


Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.

It is of birdsong and misty dawns

and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.


The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.





The first water birds head out for the far shore.

Belinda Peterson said...

Hi Jane, Poetry,

Hope you come back and visit!