Penny4athought's blog

I’ve tried to stay with one story until the ending is done but mid-way through…I’ll get another spark of a story idea and have to write it out before I lose it…. Then half way between writing stories one and two…I will be inspired again and start a third … I know this is probably not the best way to write but it seems to be how my muse works for me. Of course, every time I jump back and forth between plot lines I have to go back and read the...

I’ve been lost in books this week as writers often are, the love of stories both fictional and nonfictional have been in my heart since childhood…so of course my idea of a luxurious week off is to gather books in a pile and binge read...taking me away and making me feel good….especially when travel is unavailable due to a very common disease called …fundsarelow… My first day of vacation started with a trip to this amazing, maze like warehouse of...

It’s funny the little things that can make your day special. Small and seemingly inconsequential to others but can be a major uplift to the recipient…The little finds that make you smile…the unexpected helping hand extended just when you need it…the simple thank you…the welcome from a neighbor…found money when you forgot you put it there… The world can seem harsh and functional and day to day grinding when you are in the middle of your working...

Sometimes …when I have time to my self…not often…I research places or things I’d like to see someday… and I’ve saved snippets of information on all sorts of interesting places….My documents folder is jam packed with ‘where I want to go’ places and things I’d like to see…but my passport is still unstamped and my airline miles couldn't take me to the next town but still...I can dream..perhaps when I retire??...Anyway my current find is a Botanical...

In this ever changing landscape of life the decades move in lightning speeds. If I had known the pace would pick up in such flying seconds, I would have savored more youthful moments and captured them in present time for refocus. I am not saying my life has passed me by …no, not at all…I am filled with all the days I’ve lived…and look to the rest of my days with wide eyes as eager as a five year old….And I intend to learn and experience more of...

The chill is welcome on this fine grey day, it fits my mood completely. 2017 heralds in confusing and concerning changes for the world, and of course unknowns within my own life. On this cloud filled, silver lit day, I sit here on my front porch and ponder. What will it bring? Success…Failure…Joy…Sorrow? How much will I affect the outcomes? How much will be out of my control? Life is ever moving…territory unknown…and I cannot drag my foot to...

This time of year brings me vivid memories, none more vivid than my father and his harmonica....His harmonica was always with him...ready to play a tune on...no matter where or when...He played the accordion too but the harmonica was portable. And there was a song he’d warm up with, he played it all the time, over and over again...it was a musical backdrop in my days with him that lingered in my mind....I had heard him play this tune since...

The leaves are changing outside my window and the air is just that touch of chilling that makes me feel alive. This time of year awakens in me the true writer because it feeds my imagination… I don’t know why the months from October to January have this affect on me…I only know since childhood... they do. It starts in October…Halloween and the lure of costumes and their magical abilities to transform you…the tingling intrigue of mysteries and...

I’m lost in the magic tonight. When a writer has to leave a story for too long they have to reacquaint themselves with the characters. So I am living in ‘A Wizard’s Magic’ and getting to know my hero and heroine again and actually liking them. And like a reader, I am wondering where this story will lead them and how will it end? It is so easy to lose the thread of a story when you can’t sit and write 24/7 and that’s what happened to me…I couldn’...

It was a small thing really that turned my thoughts to yesterday...A long lost keepsake that returned to me unexpectedly. I could not believe it when I saw it...it had been lost for so long and there it was in a most usual place... How had I missed it before? I picked it up and the memories were like flood gates opening…the rushing thoughts washed over me. I could taste and feel the past around me…I could touch yesterday again…That small trinket...