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Sheldon Church Ruins near Beaufort. It was burned in the Revolutionary War, rebuilt, and burned again in the Civil War. After that they apparently gave up;)   Parris Island Marine Corps training pool. Hunting Island Light House. I forget exactly how many steps, but I think it was 14,782. Jojo and Abby pretending to be frogs. They were hopping all over the place. Hunting Island. 

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  The Kennedy Clan, warriors all.  In recent years, we've gone camping with the Kennedy branch of the Smicker family, but this year, it was a bit cold, Rebecca was pregnant, Jerry somehow misplaced his fifth-wheel, and it was decided we'd stay at the Comfort Inn. We didn't realize until Dad tried to join us in our room that we were at the downtown Fernandina Beach Comfort Inn and

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 I went to a farm on Friday with our preschool group on Friday. It was fun, but overpriced and the lady was a pumpkin nazi. So I was kind of grumpy about spending what I estimated would be around $70 bucks to go to a farm and buy a couple of pumpkins. I wanted to spend that money on pansies and cabbages and whatnot. Nathan bullied me into going, and I'm so glad. He found this farm up near

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The whole family. We actually were there on time. I know. Amazing.  Mama's friend that drove her down from Rock Hill, Papa Ray, Aunt Marcie and Uncle Brian.  Papa Bryce and Aunt Katie. Katie and Travis sang "A Child's Prayer" and it was so beautiful. They have such beautiful voices. Travis' wife Lisa accompanied them, but I don't have any pictures of Trav and Lisa because Travis had

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Okay, these pictures are all out of order, but it's a pain to reorder pictures on blogger, and I quit.  Here's Nathan kicking it home, right at the finish line. Nathan with his super amazing trophy- a hoodie! He placed first in his age group this year, 20th overall in the sprint distance.  Eli and Jonas chiiling after the race while we waited and waited for the awards ceremony to start.  I

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Jonas was delighted by the fountain with the balls and Eli said it was his favorite part, too. They ate a piece of the wrong side of the mushroom. My stepdad Bill. Best picture I've gotten of him so far;) Bill and I tag teamed on the drive out. I don't think I would have made it without him! Nathan flew out to Phoenix the day after we arrived, if you're wondering how this all worked. Bill and

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Here's our Lou-lou warming up in the pool. We've made her wear a cap every day since then. It makes her look like Little Orphan Annie, remember, in the pool scene, she's wearing a bathing cap? Emma was so excited for the big event. She wrote about it in papers for school and told everybody she was doing a triathlon! Emma hopping on her bike. The distance was 50 yd swim, 1.5 mile bike and .5 mile

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I am grateful for spray on sunscreen. I used to think that that was a waste of money and sunscreen, since the spray tends to get widely dispersed, but not anymore. Yesterday I was smearing the suscreen on the tops of everybody's feet, getting my hands all gritty, because we were already on the beach. And THEN I did the kids' faces, and everybody was complaining about the sand on their faces.

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Loaded in the car: Umbrellas. Bathing suits. Aloe. Sand toys. Camera. All the fruit I bought three days ago because I forgot we were going to the beach today. About thirty books I checked out from the library for us to read in the car, including a graphic novel of "The Merchant of Venice" by Shakespeare. What? I'll let you know if it's any good;) Not in the car: One sick boy, still laying on the

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So, I've been meaning to start a daily gratitude journal and I decided to do it here since the little gratitude book by my bed is woefully empty. I'm grateful for the beauty of nature, like this butt-tree I told you about. Today, Jonas and I sat on the couch and he gave me some of his silly bands- little gum bracelets that are in different shapes when you lay them flat. We spent a half hour

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I'm playing catchup! Easter, various parks and my sweet kids. We always go up to Mama's house in Rock Hill for Easter and get the best pictures with all of the flowers. Everyone's eyes are open and we're looking at the camera. It's a miracle. Really. An actual miracle. This has only happened like twice in our whole family's life. Eli is so easy to take a good picture of. I love this guy.

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Here's some recent photos from Palm Springs and some flash nonfiction. Open air airport in Palm Springs. This would NEVER work in SC. They would have to rename Columbia 'Hell' because the airport could be HIA. Hottest, stickiest place I've ever lived. No sweet ocean breezes like FL has, either. The Palm Springs airport had four pieces by Dale Chihuly. I was telling the other people in our

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We got a new camera! I'm a day late for my Sunday post, but maybe this is cute enough that you'll forgive my tardiness? We're really excited about the weather turning nice again. Happy Spring, everyone!

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Nathan wants me to make this blog a little more interesting, and figures that renaming it 'Scorpione Bloode Fire'e' is a good start. I miss these curls on my Jojo. New pictures next week, I promise. On the way home from church today we stopped at a light behind a motorcycle and Nathan started singing a brand new song. Here're the lyrics- Motorcycle, MotorcycleI can crush you with my big car.

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Jonas turned three yesterday, but I thought the date was Jan 11th until about 5 pm, and so I wasn't telling him he turned three all day or singing happy birthday to him at odd times or anything to make it a special day. Then we realized that there was a fam-demic stomach virus in our midst, and so we didn't even eat cupcakes or blow out candles. Lousy birthday for him. But now their ages are

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A few pictures from out Thanksgiving trip to Stone Mountain, GA followed by some of our favorite parts of this trip. They have hand-tossed rolls at the restaurant in the park. Our table only dropped one. Sooo yummy. I swear Emma is my daughter, not my sister Cindi's. Jonas loves his ketchup. Jonas and Daddy. Note the weapon. My sister and me. My mom and Bill- one of my favorite

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I've been kindof down about writing lately. Revisions are never going to end, this chapter stinks, my ending needs so much work that I should start over with it. In "Virginia Woolf Writing Workshop", a line is taken from one of her letters that you must slay the 'house angel' to write. You know, the one that takes care of everyone. That your writing time must be inviolable. I've tried to do

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Isaac is definately my son. He read Harry Potter 2 today. All of it. The neat part was I let him stay up to finish it, and he leaned over the rail at 9:30 and called down to us in the living room that he was done. He pumped his fist in the air and had a huge grin. I'm looking for the next book that will do that for me. Any suggestions? Nathan keeps trying to tell him that Harry dies in the next

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We loaded up the car and headed down to FL, my beloved country. Jonas, Eli, and cousin's son Aiden trapped in a hamburger. Jonas, Emma, Aiden, and Eli looking for minnows. My cousin Pat and I were so proud of them for not falling in. They (mostly) stayed on the seam that that ran down the middle of the walkway. Some adults got tricked into participating in this game too, but I will allow them

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Star Wars Halloween! Emma loved her "Princess Amidala Battle Costume", and I was right proud of the cape. Pretty close, eh? I think I understand now why people go to conventions. I had to wrestle Jonas into his Jedi Padawan costume, and he got stuck with the light sabre without a blade, but it seemed safer that way. He's holding Emma's Nerf gun here. I spraypainted it chrome, but she

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A few months ago, Nathan was talking to a guy that used to coach triathletes, and Nathan mentioned that he'd like to try one. The next day, the guy showed up with a bike to borrow. Nathan was a little nervous, since it's been about five years since he's even done a road race, but decided to go for it. I don't remember how I decided to train with him- maybe because he wanted my help in the pool.

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First of all, the Tooth Fairy visited last night. Emma's trap for fairy dust did not work, but the Tooth Fairy inadvertently (so we guess) walked across the dollar she left, leaving a very clear trail of high heel prints in gold glitter, about a size .03. Kapow! Take that, neighbors' and friends' parents! Our Tooth Fairy ROCKS! Second, I have decided to split my writing and personal life into

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Imagination has officially been replaced with proof.Emma's friend put the tooth she lost into a cup and set it in a dish filled with water to catch the Tooth Fairy Dust. Emma lost a tooth yesterday and is ready to try it tonight (She took the tooth over to a cousin's house and left it there, so we got it back today).There's also this really cute book called "Elf on a Shelf" that comes with a

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A short narration on why my mom is cool, then directions on how to make your own bubble-house (or biosphere, if you want to sound like a smarty-pants.) I'm a preschool home-schooler. Our little friends had a blast. Not sure where Jonas was. My mom was one of 'those moms'. She threw giant birthday parties where everyone got their own (non mentholated) can of shaving cream, and we all put on our

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THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT: Authors, do not send out your manuscripts until they are ready. Agents and editors will remember, even if they don't know that they're remembering. I'll explain. Whenever I see the fractal pattern of an MRI, I am reminded of how I felt standing at the lip of the Grand Canyon.On real MRI film, I recognize the amygdala, the frontal cortex, and the hippocampus, but that's

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I apologize for not getting this out yesterday, but I'm sick and have the same bedtime as my kids until I feel better. I did some brainstorming on marketing. Skywriting is my favorite. How I would love to look up at the beach and see my first scene written in one mile high letters (that's the size of the letters, not the altitude. Really.) It's almost dramatic enough for this writer's ego.

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Nature abhors a vacuum. Apparently, so does the world of literature. Just weeks after the announcement that Reading Rainbow would be a warm memory/Trivial Pursuit question, Osama Bin Laden has stepped up to help Americans fill their bookshelves. After last week's controversial picks, he decided to go with a classic: To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee. Mr. Bin Laden says, "The only thing that

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I don't remember learning that Santa wasn't real, or finding out where babies come from. But I read my first book (Max the Cat) sitting at our dining room table in Tamarac, Florida when I was four or five. I remember reading my first poem to my mom and that it rhymed dove and love. We were in our old blue and white conversion van, driving from our home in Ft. Lauderdale to Tampa to visit the

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I pull out my slim, purse-sized, indestructable (even if I drop it in a sink full of dish water or slam it in the trunk of my car. Yes, I destroyed phones in those ways.) reading device. Sweet. It’s fully charged after only half an hour. Or perhaps it charges itself without being plugged in...I browse a list of books (similar to the one I just finished) on my NetBoox account (only $19.99 a month.

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I wasn't sure about my tone in this, so I pulled it after a few hours, but rereading it now, I feel like posting it. Perhaps the context of my recent posts makes this make more sense. Mari Mercado, an IB (International Bacchalaureate) student is faced with either reading a sexually graphic book or flunking the class. From the article: "I read a lot. I'm an avid reader and I have an active

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I am a woman plagued by projects.Pulse, a 110,000 word project at least three edits from completion.Three picture books I've written for my kids. (I inked a drawing this week. At this rate I'll finish one book every five years.)A midgrade novel about a girl who becomes queen of the pirates when her pirate parents die.The short story "The Sweet Life" that I previously posted, but needs the tension

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Where do you write? I look for a place that is quiet, and when that fails, I look for a room with a door that locks and my ipod. And when that makes me feel like a bad mom, I'll sit on the back porch with my laptop and squint at the screen while the kids chase each other around the neighbor's yards. When the sun gets too bright, I'll open an umbrella and sit under that, but then the screen looks

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Hello world! I have a friend that has just started a novel. She asked for some writing tips and is a little reluctant to join an online writer's workshop because of possible idea theft. (Links to the the best writing tips are at the bottom!) This is my response:I was concerned about letting people know what my story is about at first, too. But now that I'm talking to writers and understanding how

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Back to plagiarism. We went to the library today and checked out way too many books (25 total- seven for me, the rest for the kids, and hey- there's four of them.)But how does this relate to stealing people's ideas and passing them off as your own? Simply. The children's area is right next to magazines and I picked up a copy of Reader's Digest. Guess what they call a section on writerly tips?

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What am I listening to on the ipod? Nothing.Where am I supposed to be? In church, but I've two sickly children who are sleeping. Which means that I tried to fix my collapsing posts, but still can't find a way to get rid of the "click here" on posts that are not collapsed. So, Nathan will be home in an hour and wonder why I didn't do anything to tidy up, but the blog is important, people!What am I

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Let's try something. I'll describe a story, and you tell me if you can craft a best seller. There's this ring, and it's really powerful. So powerful that it can make you invisible and take over your mind if you're not careful. So this hobbit—hobbits are like a short people with hairy feet—gets the ring from his uncle. Then a wizard tells him they are in danger and Middle Earth will be destroyed

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Here's an old family classic. Where does a king keep his armies? Up his SLEEVIES! Thanks for keeping it alive, Cleo.I don't like how the button appears at the end of every post. If anyone can help me fix that, I'd love to know how. As it is, I'm going to start closing with a joke. Making lemons out of lemonade, right? Hang on a second...

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Concerning our camping trip to Mount Pigah, NC, blueberries, unbending rangers, and why writing can be superior to photography.We went up to Mt Pisgah campground last Friday with fear and trembling. The weather did not look great, but Dad and my little sister had driven up from Florida and I'd already paid for the sites. "Not look great" in this case means clouds with little lightning icons on

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These five conversations add up to a near-future sci-fi short story. Sorry, but there are no aliens or space ships. Just a response to the burning in my calves on the elliptical machine, "There's got to be an easier way". What if there were? Would you do it? And if you make it to the end of these 4000 words, please let me know what you think. I've run this by my crit group, but if anything

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This was written yesterday. Today is Friday. I'm almost certain.Here’s my story with a sobering moral. It’s okay to laugh.Eli had a dentist appointment this morning (he had five cavities- Thank you unfluoridated water of Western PA) -at least I thought so until we were halfway across town- I literally take three interstates to get to our fantastic, cheap dentist. And then I couldn’t figure out if

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What's hot in scifi/fantasy?A few things, in any order. Zombies, vampires, werewolves, fairies, demons, (or faeries, daemons if you prefer) mean teen-age girls, clumsy teen-age boys with secret powers. And mindmelding dragons.Time travel is a perennial favorite, as are doomsday prophecies from lost civilizations. Wizards, demi-gods, and boarding school/finishing school.Any combination of these

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Okay, this is when you know that you've made it, that your work will stand the test of time, because you see it tattooed on the bodies of young girls when you go to the mall.Or it's a sign that you really need to invest in that Taser you've been thinking about. But this blog is not about someone else's permanent love for an imaginary man. (Imaginary class of man, really.)Not musings about how

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There's been some angst about covers, cover art, and foiled ink (that you can't necessarily read if the constrast is too low). I was at Target last night, and could not read a full title/author name on ANY of the books because of these big "Summer Deal 25% off" stickers. Now that's a publishing nightmare. Some unconcerned stock person slaps them on and POOF! a quarter of the artwork is gone, if

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I shouldn't have gotten a laptop. I shouldn't have picked up a pen in the first place. At first, it seemed innocent enough—a few scrawled pages in my sketch pad. I wasn't even using a proper notebook. The idea sat for two years, and I didn't mention it to anyone except my husband and my best friend. I used to wander around the library and take home three or four titles and enjoy the ride. Now

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A few years ago, when we lived in sunny (irony notice) Evans City, Pennsylvania, I took the kids sledding in the back yard. But the hill from our detached garage wasn't quite long enough. So I build a bank that turned them 90' so they had some room to coast. This worked great for single riders, but when I put Isaac and Emma in the sled, their combined weight was enough to sling them up to the

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I'm visiting the folks down in Tampa and today went out with my Dad to lunch. We had the soup and salad at Olive Garden, and we agreed that the interior tiled roof would be the perfect touch in the mansion we could live in if every known member of our family wanted to live in the same house with us so we could afford it.When we were done with our breadsticks and all(and I don't know why every

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Good news, folks. I now consistently recognize passive voice in other people's writing. This is a great sign--one day soon I'll be able to pick it out of my own sentences. I cannot express how helpful it is to have a crit group to learn from. When I started critiquing, often I knew something was wrong or off, but couldn't put my finger on it. I was clueless unless they were mixing point of view

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There is nothing like fixing your mistakes to make you aware of how sloppy you've been. Isaac notices this when he has to do the dishes. Emma pouts when she has to stuff all of her possible outfit combinations back into her drawers. Eli is very good at distracting me when he's got Legos to pick up (those things are everywhere, but he makes some amazing Star Wars ships), so I'm not sure he's

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It doesn't matter what sports movie it is, watch it. Field of Dreams. Hoosiers. Chariots of Fire. We are Marshall. Miracle.I am usually lukewarm about watching sweaty guys bang into each other on tv (being there is good), regardless of if it's over a puck, a baseball, a volleyball, etc.- but drastic measures must be taken. There is a feeling that has been bringing me down. Unemployment rates.

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How To Get PublishedOkay, I'm not published, but here's how I'm going about it. I am writing an awesome story, and that has to be number one. I will estimate that I have spent two-hundred-fifty hours a month for seven months thus far writing a total of about 200,000 words, including all of the edits and deletions. (The finished MS should be around 100,000-110,000) I write whenever I can.

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How could editing a book take so long? I thought it would be fun (relatively speaking) to get together all of the versions of the opening paragraph of my work in progress, PULSE. The title itself is still open to change. It’s been THE WINNOWING (very, very briefly), THE HOME (Kind of a default title, just so I could name the folder) and after some thought, it stands as PULSE. Though an agent who

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Chapter OneParadiseThe day began as I perched in the highest fork of the geroth tree. The dawn bent down to kiss my bare face before spreading in an arc of light across the garden. My hands caressed the silvery bark as the breeze exerted its invisible pressure, rocking me in the arms of the oldest of the sacred trees.My fingers lingered on the skin of the geroth fruit before the stem released it.

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