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Yesterday I mentioned that I am going to be participating in NaNoWriMo once again. I also said that I am at the very beginning in terms of planning and thought some of my readers here and on Facebook might be able to help me out.  So what can you do?

The premise I will be starting with is a person going to a coffee shop every day at the same time and staying all day. She goes with a laptop and sits and listens to what is going on. She has nowhere else to go. She kinda pretends that she is doing work on the computer but she’s just sitting and eavesdropping on conversations. Over time, she gets to know the background stories and the gossip of not only the people who work there but also of the other customers. She gets to know their secrets, all by just showing up and being there all day.

What I would like from you is suggestions of names for characters and any tidbits of customer stories/gossip or of work place scenarios at the coffee shop. Anything that I can take off and create something out of.

A couple of years ago, I did something similar and one of the suggestions I loved but didn’t use is one I will, most likely, be using this year. The name was Jessica and her back story was “she will take anyone’s man so you gotta watch her!” Doesn’t that sound like fun? I could build entire chapters around Jessica and her escapades!

It doesn’t take much. Just a few words to suggest a story to be built. Or you can even just send me a physical description of someone or of the coffee shop. Sound like fun? I think it is. Please give me a hand. I may be sharing some of what I write here on the blog in November as I also committed to doing NaBloPoMo once again.

How is your Sunday going? It’s a bit gloomy here in Oregon. I’m kinda out of it today. I had a bad day on Facebook yesterday. Much drama. And it cost me a couple of friends. It’s okay though as they have been borderline for some years. Yesterday, the camel’s back broke and I had to disconnect from them. It makes me sad because I am one of those people that likes to keep everyone happy. I hate to have any kind of argument or disagreement but what I hate more is to be attacked about my opinions. So “poof!” They’re gone. And I am left shaken.

In any case, take a stab at helping me out with my NaNoWriMo project. And this stays up so you can help out any time during the month! Thanks in advance. Ciao!

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Today I am reminded that a friendship is a friendship. It doesn’t matter if it is a “virtual” or real life friendship. The emotions and the attachments are the same. And when my friends hurt, I hurt.

I have a friend that I met online around 2006 on a site called Gather. Her moniker there was The Little Fluffy Cat. She was one of the most supportive, loving, friendly, and welcoming people I have ever met. Later, she and her family came to the Portland area on vacation and I got to spend a few hours with them. There was instant recognition and the feelings were as if we had always known each other in the real world.

She’s a very private person. Her name is Lydia. Last week, she allowed her sister to post on her Facebook page about her health issues. She had kept everything secret. If I understand it correctly, she has a problem with the “connectors” in the cerebellum, or blood vessels in the brain. Her sister told of how Lydia has been in the hospital since July when she underwent a couple of surgical procedures to solve the problem but then developed other complications which have caused some loss of brain function, mimicking a stroke but has not actually had a stroke. She has not been home since July, except for being allowed to go home for a weekend here and there. During the last weekend that she spent at home (Christmas weekend), she caught a cold which made her main health issues worse. Since then, she has become gravely ill and had to be resuscitated a few days ago then put into a medically induced coma. The doctors are out of options. They are stalling and hoping that they can solve some of the minor problems which might alleviate the major ones. She has asked her friends for prayers and a miracle because she’s not ready to die. She’s 57 years old. She has a 17 year old son and one that is 14.

My heart aches for her and her family. I have been praying for her. We used to say that one day we would get together and have a slumber party complete with pjs and talking/giggling all night. I want that chance for us to have that long sisterly talk. I want her to see her sons grow. I want her to hold her grandchildren in her arms. I want her to grow old with her husband who loves her so much and has not left her side in months. I want her to recover and live a long and happy life.

If you are a praying person, please hold Lydia up in prayer. Send her positive vibes…healing thoughts…anything that might help.

 

 

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Momma over at A Momma’s View challenged her readers to pick a topic from a list she posted and write about it then post the results. As I looked over the list, a few called my name but none louder than “SASSY”. So here goes.

Not long ago I mentioned in a post that I was feeling down because I was no longer happy and I remembered being happy. Just like I remember being happy, I remember being sassy. I think that sassy was a part of happy. I lost that a long time ago but I think I am getting both happy and sassy back and I’m thinking that it’s about time!

I was once asked to describe a favorite outfit of clothing, past or present. I immediately thought of the one outfit. It was in college so it was the probably spring of 1976, my sophomore year. I wore this one outfit all the time but the one specific time that pops into my head all these years later is the day I was walking from the counseling center back to my dorm. I was taking a peer counseling class so that I could be a peer counselor in the dorm when needed. As I approached the intersection of Bowdoin and Salvatierra, traffic stopped for me to cross at the pedestrian crosswalk. It was about 11 in the morning on a beautiful day in Palo Alto, around 76 degrees. I walked strutted across the street with traffic stopped in all directions. I was wearing a navy blue body suit with white cuffs and collar and over that a pair of white hot pants that had a skirt attached. The skirt had gold buttons with anchors embossed on them and they were fake buttons down the front of the skirt…the skirt did not button in the front. It was open in the front, giving the appearance that it had been left unbuttoned. As I strutted across the street, I was aware that more than one pair of eyes was on me and I was smiling. I smiled because I was happy and because I was feeling sassy.

Years later, after my divorce and years of feeling unloved and unwanted, I got some “attention” from an old friend who found me online. That attention brought that sass back to me for a little while. There was a song that I had always liked since the first time I heard it in the 60’s and because I always listen to oldies in the car, I heard it often during that time. It is called Do Wah Diddy Diddy, the version by Manfred Mann. Every time I heard that song I felt like it was being played just for me and it always made/makes me smile. Listen to the song and tell me if that is not a song that feels sassy. That’s what it does for me, even all these years later when that attention is no longer on me. It makes me strut. It makes me happy. It makes me sassy.

And that brings me to now. The present. I mean the present as in not the past or the future; I mean the present as in a gift. After so many years of not feeling well and not feeling happy or sassy or like myself, the person I am inside, April’s surgery has given me a gift, a present. I am starting to feel like the old me again, even with no “attention” on me. I am now feeling like I can go out in public without people staring at me. I feel good and I want to be out, not inside all the time like I used to be for years. I want to do things. I want to meet people. I want to have fun. I want to dress up. I want to be seen. I want to be happy and I want to feel sassy. I want to feel like me. I want to be me.

Sassy is calling out to me. Sassy wants me back. And I want it back.

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Trent over at Trent’s Worls (the blog) invited his readers to participate in a challenge called the 777 Challenge. The idea is to turn to page 7 in your current work in progress, go down 7 lines and copy the next 7 sentences. And although he chose not to tag other bloggers, that’s part of the challenge, to tag 7 bloggers. I won’t do that either. I’ll just let anyone that wants to participate do so.

The excerpt below is from my 2012 NaNoWriMo novel with a working title of Whole Pieces. The character in this piece, Pati, is a housekeeper turned friend turned care giver. She has known the family for so long that she is a part of the family.

The family would start arriving later that afternoon. Mia was driving up from Los Angeles and should be the first one in. Pati loved Mia; thoughts of Mia always made Pati happy. She had seen her grow from a young lady to the still youthful middle aged woman she was now. She had watched her prepare for her wedding and later she had helped her after each of her two children were born. And when the unthinkable had torn Mia apart, Pati had been there to witness the tears. Pati felt like Mia was her own daughter and there were many times she wished Mia had been born to her.

So now, if any of you feels like taking on this challenge, please do.

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