A BLOG ABOUT MY WRITING and THE THOUGHTS THAT DISTRACT ME

11-1-11

A Monumental Day

First, happy birthday to my grandmother, Gladys!

Second, this is a good day to make a change.

Third, 11 is my favorite number.  I was born 11-30-66.

Fourth, I can’t wait until 11-11-11.

Fifth, this month is most important this particular year.  I’m expected to make a new change toward improvement each day.  So  far, the only thing  I could say I did better was drank some water early in the morning.  (I’m supposed to be drinking water sev. times a day.

Sixth, today was a nice day.

Seventh, when I was eleven, I was attending a new school in Louisiana.

Eight, eleven years ago today I was mourning my grandmother’s passing.

Nine, eleven years from now I hope to have at least one very successful published book.

Ten, eleven years from now, I will read this and wonder why I wrote this.

Eleven, I will set 11 goals to meet by the end of the year. I have 9 weeks to do it.  (I’ll have to double up.

Thanks for reading.

WOrD of ThE dAy

colloquial

used in or characteristic of familiar and informal conversation;  also   : unacceptably informal

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Writing Goals

My First Completed EbookNovember 11th, 2013
I will put my first Ebook on Amazon

The Background: Swamp Scene in Avoyelles Parish

The scene is a swamp in Louisiana, my home state. It is also the setting of my beloved story that I will finish one day, even if I have to take it up to Heaven in a folder with a pen. God would say, "you're still carrying around that thing?" I would nod my head and give him a humble blink, my pen and paper in hand. He would then ask, "so how are you going to get it to your audience when you're done?" I would gulp and give him another humble blink. Then I'd look down at my work and a grin would grow on my face . . . (you won't get it until after you read my book, once I do finish it. . .)
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