8-18-30 Hubby’s Birthday

We all wished Howard a happy 83rd. Birthday today, and will do it again tonight at dinner. Love that now he is a year older than I am.

Little different today, am going to share one of my Flash Fiction Stories and some First Lines Prompts

 

I AM A BOOK

 

     I am a novel sitting in a crowded bookshelf filled with books of every color, size and description. I am never lonely, but I wish someone would pick me up and read me.

     The last time someone picked me up they wrote in my margins, and used a pencil to underline my words. Is what they read that important? And another time they folded the tops of my pages down and I felt so fat I was afraid I’d topple over.

     I can’t tell if all the other books are in the same shape I’m in. Maybe if someone pulled me down I could look around and see.

     But what if no one wants to read me? Will I be plucked off the shelf and thrown away like old garbage?

     I must be important though, after all someone wrote in my pages and folded down corners must mean I’ve said something important, something to remember.

     My cover is still shiny and my color is good. I must stay healthy so I can remain on this wonderful bookshelf with all my cousins, the mysteries, the biographies, the romances, the self help books, the computer books, the best sellers and the children’s books.

     I hope there is always room for me and for what I have to say.

     Come on somebody.

     Pick me up.

First Lines: Writing Prompts:

1. After the war, I came home  stuck in two different worlds.

2. The conference was over and I couldn’t wait to get out of the office.

3. The man in the elevator with her was wearing something that made her sneeze.

4. Her outfit no longer contained her twenty extra pounds.

5. The turmoil inside her was sharp and shattering.

6. She was swept away along with the explosive debris.

7. The squalid surroundings reminded her of her chilling childhood.

8. The child loved the funny gizmo.

9. She was hearing conflicted stories.

10. He swept the debris from the car careful not to destroy evidence.

That’s all for today.

Remember to keep love and kisses in your life.

 

Eighties Old? I’m Not Old

At 81 I’m learning new things, or trying to. Ipad, Iphone, IMindMap, Scrivener plus doing some ebooks. I hope. I was even thinking of doing some of my Memoir stories here on my blog, called Reflections Of Me. What do you think? Too ambitious?

I’ve also started a new writing group in my senior community. We have met 4 times. I’m loving it. Giving out  handouts about characters, show don’t tell, layering, and soon we will start on scenes. We also talk about questions for Memoirs.

I’m trying the book club and the computer club, jury is still out because I have so much to do. And I have to see my great grandchildren. often! My oldest lives less than one half mile from us, in fact she and her mother are coming for dinner tonight. Her Mom is making dinner. Tomorrow, we are seeing the other two great grandchildren. Fun…

Book: I recommend Defending Jacob.

Writing Prompts:

1. The little girl sat on the floor reading, she even turned the pages as she had this whole conversation with herself.

2. The boat drifted through a deadly storm.

3. She crept down the steps to hear the voices

So, what do you think? Should I start writing my Memoir: Reflections of Me on this site? Would love to get some opinions.

Keep love and kisses in your life.

Journey Back to Writing

I am taking a journey back to writing. Once you stop, it’s hard to start again. But, this time I have a goal; to finish
a book, and to work on my Memoirs. I am hoping to start a writing group within the community I live, so that we all can work on our goals together.

Another goal is to do an e book, or several. One is a book of 500 prompts. No more facing a blank page, each prompt sets up an idea or image to dive right in and start a story..

Some examples of First Lines are:
1. Did someone knock you out, or did your brains just fall out by themselves?
2. The pain is relentless and screaming for mercy.
3. The river flows as endlessly as my words.
4. Sure, I have choices, but no one gave me permission.
5.Questions opened scabs.

Just examples of using First Lines in your writing.

We have moved again, closer still to family. Love the new apartment, and the new senior community. Looking forward to things to come.

Three great grandchildren, and one on the way. I am so grateful. We should all find something to be grateful for every day.

As I said in my book, Behind The Mask, keep love and kisses in your life.
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Projects

I have been working on several projects. Clearing out clutter from my office. Again. This time, however, I separated all my writing and put them into notebooks. The Memoirs are now separate from my short stories, which are separate from my ramblings.

I have this bad habit of writing something, putting it away, and not rereading or editing it and most times putting it into the wrong folders.

Now I am attempting to straighten all that out.

What will I do with them? I don’t know. But this year, I am dedicated to working on my writing. Who knows, maybe there is another book coming.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

What To Do With Journals

I have struggled with the answer to that question for years. For years I argued yes, keep them forever. And when I moved, I moved 15 years and many boxes of journals with me.

Why? For remembrance? For my kids and grandkids to spend hours, or years to read them all, or just take the time  to throw them  away.

At almost 79, I have decided I have the right to keep the writing or throw it all out. In my case, I decided it was time to get rid of them. I spent hours and hours tearing all those pages up. Was it worth it, I think so. They would only have to do that after I was gone anyway, so I saved them the trouble.

Instead I decided it was time to write my memoirs. I have started them two or three times already, but never got to get any of it done. Oh yes, there are half pages written, or notes on subjects I want to write about, little stories of my life that are worth sharing, so I have to start over and just write it. Now is the time.

I have led a life There are stories worth telling. Better than reading some old journals that might have pages that would hurt someone’s feelings, or that are just so boring with the everyday mundane events of my life on that day.

My life wasn’t boring and that is what I hope writing my memoirs will bring to life. I might even share one or two of my stories with all of you.

In the meantime, Happy and Healthy New Year.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

A Poem by Helene Moore

We are old

We are cold

We squeak

We leak

We’re old you see

As you will one day be

Still young at heart

Sill making art

And so it seems

We still have dreams

 

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Moore Writing Prompts

Blind date, no way

“What are you going to do, kill me?”

When we got married I thought we were in love; boy was I wrong.

Either pray to God or make a deal with the devil for one more day.

How long had she buried her head in the sand?

The photo came alive in her hand burning her with death; everyone in the phot was dead except her, or was she dead too?

I’m drowning in words

She had an eerie feeling it was time to pay the piper

Why now?

I am empty.

Those are just a few prompts I wrote, helping me to start writing on an empty page.

Experiment, try one or two, see where it takes you and good luck.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Moore Writing Prompts

Yesterday’s prompts were off the top of my head.

These are  a few more of my prompts:

“The news wasn’t good

She heard the commotion

Point that camera somewhere else

She sky was ablaze

The experience left her shaken

Where had that crazy thought come from?

The door crashed ope, “Police.”

Memories are forever but”

I encourage caregivers to write, either in a journal, or on a scrap of paper to vent. Phrases work, or long sentences, or a few words. Journaling is a powerful, healing tool for good health. Caregivers need this kind of support.

There are caregivers in you own community. Give the gift that lasts forever, and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you. An email will work, build up some trust, and become his/her supporter.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Writing Prompts

I love doing writing prompts. I must have well over 500 of them and would love to put them into an ebook, but I don’t know how. Yet.

Maybe I’m just trying to jumpstart my own writing.  Here are ten of my First Lines.

1. Why don’t you just spit it out; it’s what you want to do.

2. The mainteance guy came up and did everything I asked; and then some.

3. He looked like a cat burgler, dressed in black; then he lunged at me.

4. My life story in writing is anything but dull.

5. Icy fingers of fear crawled up his neck

6.”Not now, I’m busy,” then she turned and saw the gun pointed at her heart.

7. The sea sparkled as the sun sunk it’s yellow gold circle into the horizon.

8. The leaves of the tree danced in the breeze and then lightening stuck.

9. The report dragged on, but she only wanted the bottom line, so why were they drowning her in paper?

10. Her grandson was her pride and joy, but he didn’t deserve it.

I hope some of you out there will run with one of these lines and make it into a story or essay or poem. Perhaps I will periodically write some more of them here later on.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver in your own community. Bless you. Don’t know how a new caregiver feels, read my secret journal, Behind The Mask, published last year.

Keep love and kisses in your life.