Archive for 'Favorite Quotes'
Sunday, February 21st, 2016
“We become what we do.” ~Chiang Kai-Shek
Does that mean if I sit on a couch, I become a couch? If I write, I am a writer…? Makes sense, right? No deep thought here. Just wanted to throw out that quote and see if anything happened in my brain, and then maybe I’d suddenly find a purpose for this post.
Nope. Not happening. No purpose. Except… I am moving my fingers…and my voice is narrating inside my brain as I type this…so the voices should follow soon… Then I can begin to begin to write so that I can become, again, a writer.
See how this works? Follow an idea long enough and you either sound like a babbling idiot or a wise philosopher. Which am I?
Yeah, babbling, here. Like a bloody brook.
So, what about you? If you become what you do, what do wish you’d do…
to become whatever…?
Psst! And now you know where Emmy Harris came from…
Thursday, February 11th, 2016
“By perseverance, the snail reached the ark.”
~ Charles Haddon Spurgeon
I have an affinity for snails. Not because I love escargot, although that dish is delicious! (I know that’s an automatic ew for some of you!) My family thinks it’s because the only joke I can remember involves a snail. They think that’s hysterically funny—not the joke, because it really is kind of lame—but the fact it really is the only joke I’ve ever told. They give me snail gifts because they make me smile. Here are a few…
Spurgeon’s quote really does sum up why I love the snail. He’s kind of gross with his slick, wet body and as slow as molasses pouring. But he gets there. Ever keep an aquarium and watch snails slide along the glass? They are constantly moving.
Sometimes, I’m the snail. I plod along, but manage to get tons done, because I’m constantly in motion. Last week, I wrapped up a short story and published it. Finished a novella and shipped it to my editor. This week, I expanded another short story (you should see it tomorrow!), and now, I’m working my way through revisions of a story I wrote a long time ago, so I can publish it next week (Love space pirates?!). To mangle a “W” quote, I get ‘er done.
Some writers are flashy and quick. I admire their speed. Envy it. Sometimes, I wish I could tack a turbo drive to my butt to get it into gear. But I am what I am—a snail…
So, are you flashy or a snail?
And here’s my lame snail joke…
What does the snail say as it rides the turtle’s back?
Tuesday, February 2nd, 2016
“If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.”
At least, that’s the hope, right? When I watch Peter Pan, that sentiment is how I connect. He never grows old; never loses his sense of wonder for the world. I feel that connection to him, because everywhere I go, even if the place isn’t as wondrous as Neverland, I find something “sparkly” about it. I make something “sparkly” of my environment.
I never liked Wendy because I thought she acted like a little old lady. Sure, you’d want to come back to your mom and dad (uh, maybe, I’d really be tempted to stay in Neverland!), but did she have to be such a fussbudget? A little old woman in a little girl’s body? But you know people like that, don’t you? No matter the age, they’re old. Responsibility over spark. Vegetables before desert.
Are we a mixture of both? I think my daughter is. She’d probably say I’m too much Peter, not enough Wendy. How about you?
Are you more Peter than Wendy? Would you stay in Neverland?
Are there ways we can hold on to our inner youth? Oil of Olay is fine, but how do you keep your inner child from drying up like a prune?
Tuesday, January 12th, 2016
UPDATE: The winner of the gift card is Mary Preston!
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I was looking for an inspirational quote from one of those inspirational quote books to begin my day. The book fell open to this one:
To live is to suffer,
to survive is to find meaning in suffering.
That’s meant to inspire? Reading that might inspire suicide!
The more the marble wastes, the more the statue grows.
Okay, I get it. Kind of like a writer staring at a blank page has to find words to fill it, a sculptor has to find the shape living inside the stone. That’s better, but I need more quotes to pull out today when my attention begins to wane. Feels like that kind of day—it’s freezing outside, the sky is overcast, my bed looks way too inviting. I need a reason to stay at my keyboard.
So, that’s your mission today. Should you choose to accept it. Find me a quote, something that will keep my fingers on the keyboard, my mind pressing forward in the story! Best quoter (hmmm, my online dictionary says that’s not a word—well, it should be!) wins a small Amazon gift card! Okay, so that “best” thing can be intimidating, and I don’t care if your quote is corny or terrible, just fill the comments!
While you’re pondering, ponder these covers for stories coming very soon…
Tuesday, September 4th, 2012
I like collecting books of quotes—little inspirational sentences. They’re pick-me-ups—reminders that we’re all on this journey together. I opened one of the quote books sitting on my desk for something I might impart to give you a little inspiration for your day, and this is what I found:
“It’s never too late, in fiction or in life, to revise.” — Nancy Thayer
Now, how profound is that? Do you have a favorite quote or saying?
I’m blogging two places today. Post a comment here and at Wild and Wicked Cowboys. They both count in Hustler Magnets Contest! Have a great day!
Thursday, February 10th, 2011
“The biggest sin is sitting on your ass.” ~ Florynce Kennedy
I’m hoping she meant that figuratively or I’m screwed.
It’s the day after Snowmageddon. We got a paltry five inches. Not that five inches isn’t enough to halt all traffic (including school buses!). Yesterday, I had the hellion and her kids here because they were “bored”. Like I’m the entertainment? Little high-pitched voices screaming, “She hit me!”, “No-ny! No-ny!” (she can’t say Nina), and the sounds of things crashing to the floor, sent the muse into hiding. I should have unpacked the Pack ‘n’ Play and given them both boxing gloves.
Still, no excuses. Today, I will pay the price with double the pagecount to make up.
I’m sure what Florynce meant was that the greatest sin is doing nothing. Doing nothing when it’s time to speak. Doing nothing when it’s time to act.
Well, I’m acting now. Just on my ass.
Friday, October 22nd, 2010
“I survived because I was tougher than everyone else.” Bette Davis
I can claim “tough”.
I served 14.5 years in the U.S. Army (including a stint in the Middle East during the Gulf War), plus another 7 in the Guard.
I gave birth to a 10.5 pound kid without so much as an aspirin.
I worked full time, wrote full time, and put up with a 3-hour commute each day.
So why do I want to whine like a 5-year-old because I’m up at the butt-crack of dawn now and can’t go back to sleep?
It’s my own damn fault. I looked at my calendar, carved up what I still had to accomplish for the rest of the month, then did a little backward planning to come up with my To Do list for the next few days. Today’s has a hellish 30 items I need to get through to keep on track. I’ve been making great headway on the Viking story, but shoved everything else aside this week to make sure I kept focused on goal #1, but I can’t afford to let all the other little things slide either. They add up. And they keep my edgy.
So, here I am at O-dark-thirty, getting the the first thing scratched off my battle list. And if I’m reverting to Army-speak, it’s because I feel like I need to roll out today like I’m getting ready to cross the LD (the line designated to coordinate the departure of attack elements). Hooah!