Creations by Carole

2008-02-12T07:55:00.001-08:00

As I address other issues in my life, I want to briefly post some good news.

I'm pleased and blessed to say that one of my picture books has been chosen in the top 20 choices for further consideration by Blooming Tree Press.
Two of my other books made it to the 30-40ish round of Blooming Tree Press' November call. I believe the total number of pictures books submitted was around 1500. I receive that as validation of my writing.

Also, I have a story in this month's issue of Stories for Children. In additon, I received a contributor's copy yesterday of Once Upon a Time Magazine with my first article written for the adult children's writers market. As well, I await word from Donna German on my picture book that she is "thinking" about, knowing full well that word will probably not come in the near future. Here's to the future, folks!

Carole

Announcement of a writer's break

2008-01-25T10:05:00.000-08:00

I am taking a hiatus for a few short months as I eagerly await the outcome of my many submissions.
I wish all my friends continued success in their endeavors and look forward to returning to my own after this break.

Best,

Carole

2008-01-04T07:57:00.000-08:00

Just a quick note to my journal--received a revision request from one of my favorite publishers, Sylvan Dell, today! YAH HOO!--OFF TO REVISE, FOLKS!

Thank you, Donna German, Editor.

This gives me something to focus on while I wait word from Blooming Tree Press. They currently have 3 of my stories on hold. Here's to hope that 2008 will be a great year!
Update: Revision sent to SD. Received today, (Jan 10th) an email that stated she wants to think about it and it may take a while. YAY!

Edited to add: I'm listed in the new Good News section of January's Stories for Children. Thank you, SFC!
And today, January 10th received acceptance for my poem, Independence Day for July's issue. Thank you, Virginia Grenier, editor and Gayle Jacobson-Huset, assistant editor!
http://storiesforchildren.tripod.com/

Wishing you a blessed holiday season

2007-12-17T05:30:00.000-08:00

No matter who you are and what you celebrate I pray for you and yours to have peace and love.
I celebrate Christmas and revere the birth of Christ, my Lord and Saviour, the One who claims to be "the Way, the Truth and the Life" and One with the Father, who created the earth. May the Holy Spirit bless you and keep you safe and fill you with His love for you are created in His image.
Rejoice!

In His Love,

Carole

2007-12-14T07:21:00.000-08:00

Well, I've been invited to play a game and am supposed to post 5 things about myself, so here goes.
1. I once fell off a pony. The pony was standing still.
2. I buried a treasure in my backyard when I was young. I wonder if anyone ever found it.
3. My fourth grade teacher's name was Mrs. Durfee. We called her Mrs. Dirty Feet.
4. I worked as a media assistant for an elementary school library. The kids called me Mrs. Books.
(my last name is Brooks)
5. I sing like a sick moose.

visit these friends : http://rachelwrites4kids.blogspot.com/

And that makes eighteen for the year.

2007-12-07T16:34:00.000-08:00

Just heard word from Virginia regarding my Campground Ghost submission. It was accepted for the March 08 issue of Stories for Children Magazine.

Thank you, Virginia Grenier, Editor!

2007-11-28T13:12:00.000-08:00

I'm pleased to announce an acceptance from Once Upon a Time Magazine. My article Passion's Pen will be published in a future issue. (date TBD)

Thank you, Audrey B. Baird, Editor of OUAT! You made my day.

2007-11-27T08:34:00.001-08:00

I raised two sons and was blessed with two grandsons. The idea of building a doll house didn't exactly set well even though that's what I wanted to do. The picture on the right shows what I did build...a log cabin replica! I gave my grandsons horses and other animals, fences, toy campfires, etc. They loved it. It set well for me, too. The Little House books were always my favorite as a young girl and I thought about them frequently as I was building.
Of course, now we have our granddaughter. The real doll house will be pictured soon.

Fall Color Tour Up Michigan's Coastline

2007-11-21T04:13:00.001-08:00

As promised, here are some photos of our color tour trip last month. I intended to have more light house pictures, but alas, they weren't as pretty as these. The mural is painted on the bathhouse in Saugatuck, an artist community, a favorite haunt of ours. We traveled the shoreline up to Traverse City. The picture of me shows how windy it was on the beach and that tiny speck behind me is a lighthouse.

WHERE DO I WORK?

2007-11-21T03:37:00.001-08:00

Here is my workspace with my view for inspiration.

The next picture shows my pout face when I get a rejection, (got three the other day, UGH!
The next picture is me laughing at my pucker picture...gotta keep a sense of humor to keep it balanced...stay balanced folks. It's a roller coaster.

2007-11-15T13:26:00.000-08:00

I forgot, imagine that, to post about my latest acceptance. I Can Count on Myself, a poem, is in this month's issue of Fandangle. What's really fun is, my poem, Tip, Tap, Toe, is, also!
Thank you twice, Nancy Cavanaugh, Editor.

And now, I sadly write that Fandangle is closing. Thank you, Nancy Cavanaugh, Editor for all you have contributed to children and writers by your publication of this magazine. I will miss it and you and wish you the best in your future interests.

Celebrating 15

2007-11-08T14:05:00.000-08:00

It's been a year since I started writing. Amazing how quickly time passes when doing what one loves.
Today I am celebrating 15 acceptances. My goal was 20 for the year, but I'm still pleased. Actually, I'm extremely pleased. I know so many talented writers and the competition is wickedly tough. Learning the industry is certainly a challenge. I still have much to learn.
Recent computer problems prevented me from subbing at my preferred pace. I have much to do and am overwhelmed. That's why I thought I should just blog some good news! Yay for the number 15. I feel fortunate.

Carole

2007-10-23T08:54:00.001-07:00

I love the fall, again. It used to be my favorite season, but as seasons come and go I realize I love them all. But fall, for me has special meaning. We've had a relationship, a special relationship. Fall is when I fell in love and when I got married. It's also been a time of loss. A time I lost someone I loved. But fall redeemed herself in my eyes with a birth so we are friendly again.

This past weekend we traveled up Lake Michigan's shoreline following the "color tour". We photographed the light houses and the foliage. Sutton's Bay was especially fun and I discovered an author/photographer, Carl Sams. Here is a link:

http://www.strangerinthewoods.com/ Anyway, wanted to blog that so I would remember to order his books. If you like nature, check them out, I think you’ll like them.

When I get this computer fixed I’ll upload pictures of the light houses and the gorgeous scenery. I’m sure there’s a story in those pictures.

WHAT'S NEW

2007-10-18T10:30:00.001-07:00

Is Owen comin' or goin'?

IT'S COMING SOON!--WHERE YA GOIN', OWEN? will be published by Journey Stone Creations, LLC this January!

The picture on the right will be used in brochures for my book. This was sent to me by my publisher and I'm just thrilled!

Another thrill for me is to reveal that my book will be used for special needs. It will accompany an electronic platform that will be called "Touch and Read" allowing children and adults who need help learning to read to navigate easily.

As well, it will be a stand alone book that can be purchased through Amazon.com or ordered through Barnes and Noble.

Thank you, Pat Stirnkorb, Journey Stone Creations, LLC .

My Writing Background

2007-10-18T06:37:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I feel embarrassed because I'm not one of those who can say, "I've been writing stories all my life." I'm amazed when I read how people began writing; some date back to first grade or so.
I've had three experiences in my past that suggested perhaps, maybe, I could write and that's it! Just three and they were long ago. I never did feel it until recently. So I don't have a lot of background to brag about. Everything I've written and submitted has been just this past year. November is my writing/subbing birthday. I will soon be one (year old). : )
In case you're wondering here's my writing past:
1. I had an instructor at Indiana University Purdue University at Indianapolis ask my permission to use a paper I wrote as an example for future classes.
2. We had to write a picture book when I took kiddie lit at the same university and the prof said, "You should try to get this published."
3. I passed out of that writing class that sometimes they make you take in order to get into school. So I got credit for a 101 writing class at the University of Indianapolis, before actually being a credit seeking student.

That's it. That's my past experience. As a famous pig would say, "Th, th, th, that's all folks!"

ps. A previous post explains another situation, a deeper-level-soul-type experience that brought my writing life into being, albeit personal, and explains how I evolved.

And why do I write for children? One reason--I love it.

Never want to grow up

2007-10-17T08:06:00.001-07:00

I have a tendency to act like a child...a very young child. Let me explain:

I love to get excited.
I love the magical.
I love wonder.
I love to giggle.
I love to learn.
I love to trust.
I love to touch.
I love curiosity.
I love the innocent age.

Sometimes that shows when you meet me and it should explain a lot. I don't write novels and get into heavy duty characters (someday maybe I will), but I do get "into" my young charcacters. Comes natural...what can I say? I'm a big kid.

For Brenda

2007-10-14T07:24:00.000-07:00

This blog, being the first one I've ever published and new to it all, is mostly about my writing footprints and a way to show my path. So yeah, it's all about me.
Today's entry is about someone else, my writing buddy Brenda Reeves Sturgis. WATCH OUT, KIDS, BRENDA IS COMING! AND SHE'S GOING TO MAKE A SPLASH THAT WILL SHIMMER IN THE AIR!!!!!!
So the caps are not my style, I did that for B. She likes caps and flair and !!!!!!!!!s and she will tickle you with her stories and rhyme. And currently she's on a roll. Don't be surprised if you see, in the near future, a rhyming picture book by Brenda roll up right in front of your nose. Be ready to be dazzled 'cause she's funny and she's got the beat. Her meter is on target! I call her "my meter maid" because she helps me with mine. So drum roll, please and watch as Brenda bounces into publication. I just know it will be soon.
ps. Brenda--I'm happy for you, kiddo!

My Happy Chair

2007-10-13T10:35:00.000-07:00

This blog is mostly about my writing journey, but today I'm doing other stuff. Other creative outlets call me, too. One thing I enjoy immensely is working with upholstery material. Weird, eh? I cover furniture, boxes, make place mats, etc. I guess this satisfies my textile fascination. Texture intrigues me. I wish books were covered in material, (not a practical idea, just something I would like). Anyway, today I'm making purses or bags. I like to think of myself as a bag lady. Strange? I suppose. Truth is, I do a few strange things. Once I made a happy chair. I inherited a goodly amount of costume jewelry, stuff that I would never wear and couldn't bear to part with it, for personal reasons. So I took a chair and painted it with lots of wild colors, then I spent hours gluing the jewelry all over it. My youngest grandson was 4ish at the time. Of course, it intrigued him so he asked me what I was making. Not wanting to explain how it was just something I was doing as grief work, I transformed it into, "I'm making a happy chair." His eyes lit up, he climbed up and sat down and smiled. It made him happy, I guess, just by believing. That's the type of magical wonder I try to put into my books. I want to capture children and adults to believe in the wonder.
Am going to go work on my bags, now.

An unexpected nicety

2007-10-11T07:11:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I received the most encouraging email from Gayle Jacobson-Huset, Assistant Editor of Stories for Children Magazine. She complimented my writing, but the email actually spoke more loudly to me about who she is as opposed to my writing. Gayle is a caring person who extends herself beyond what is expected. I've thanked her before for accepting my manuscripts, but now I'm thanking her for who she is...Gayle, you rock as a human being!

2007-10-11T06:43:00.000-07:00

Am looking forward to submitting to Goodnight to Illiteracy this year. Both of my stories are tight and ready to fly according to my critique buddies. I'm still pondering a poem as a third entry. My poem, A Lullaby for You, didn't make it in last year's round, nor did it make it into the Sweet Dreams Anthology, (Blooming Tree Press). Still a little sad about that, but happy for my critique friends, Brenda Sturgis and Kim Watson and another supportive friend, Evelyn Christiansen, who is also a math genius with copious books on that subject. Congratulations, ladies, well done. I'll buy a copy of the book and send it to each of you for your signature; how's that?

Another Stories for Children acceptance!

2007-10-08T08:25:00.000-07:00

I'm still having problems with my printer, but in the midst of frustration I just received an acceptance from Virginia!

Thank you, Virginia, for the good news and making my day.

The Mysterious Message will be published in February 2008. Once again, I feel honored by this magazine's assistant editor, Gayle and editor, Virginia.
And a special "Thank you" to Gayle for the compliment on my story. Your personal remarks were appreciated.

ARRHGGGGG!

2007-10-01T07:30:00.000-07:00

At this moment I can't access any of my documents. NO! I don't have them backed up...If you hear a primal scream coming from the midwest, it's me. ARRHGGGG!
A week ago, I kept telling myself, "Back up your files...make hard copies...save your stuff", but I didn't listen.
When will I ever learn to listen to that still soft voice?
Don't do this folks, don't lose your stuff. Back up, today.
Carole

2007-09-25T08:51:00.000-07:00

The following memoir is in memory of my Pop. He was the only grandfather I ever knew. I remember him feeding me pickles in my highchair. I laughed, he laughed and he would feed me more. We moved to Japan and he died. To this day, I love pickles.

2007-09-25T08:21:00.000-07:00

Sadly my first ever personal memoir did not place in the Byline's contest. Also, I have lost the pickle a friend gave me. The pickle was going to dance when I won and be all happy on my blog. This pickle inspired me to write this memoir and I regret letting the little pickle down. You can see the pickle in an older post on this blog. I was unable to make him dance when he was originally posted and now I'm afraid he's just moved on to pickle heaven. Hope you enjoy my memoir/poem.

Carole

While Fuji Watched

By Carole Brooks

Two faces meeting,

both bald and semi-toothless,

your worldly eyes smile, as if for the first time

they capture something wonderful to behold.

I'm in my highchair, toes reaching

to touch only air, sticky fingers holding a pickle.

My tooth and gum gritting from the sweet, sour juice.

The laughter comes forth, first you, then me, then you,

as I take each gleeful bite...

... Off to Japan.

So quickly, we were gone. They did not have pickles and my soul knew,

at two, I had lost my first love.

Regardless, I grew. Had a full mouth of teeth now.

My hair, thick and full, became pony-tailed in a wisp of time

I was a big girl.

Kimona clad, and zorried,

I learned to dance,

with white- gloved hands that held a fresh clean fan;

my fingers yearned for the feel of laughter.

Origami filled my days.

A rickshaw ride to shrined Buddhas,

with endless pictures were weekend jaunts.

I looked for your eyes through the camera lens.

Other days, typhoons terrified everyone but me,

as we huddled, I held my geisha doll and learned

to love the scent of sandalwood much like the

sweetness of your cigar.

Mount Fuji watched our pickleless picnics.

Polite people worked in the rice paddies. I

thought I glimpsed your silhouette in the shadows of

their bow.

Fish permeated the air as I learned

the art of riding a bicycle pretending

I was still on your shoulders.

The fifth birthday arrived.

Okiko, our maid, made me a new

coat, her wrinkled fingers, weaving the

thread. In her stitches I saw myself

on your feet as we danced, the

rhythm much akin.

It was she who held me tight

the day we heard you died...

...Fifty years later

I still have my teeth.

A vague scent of your cigar

causes me to touch my gray

hair and I want to let you know,

I found God in the laughter of

loving pickles and toothless grins.

The End

Monster in My Closet to be published in November

2007-09-18T13:49:00.000-07:00

Thank you, Virginia Grenier, Editor, Stories for Children for accepting my story, Monster in My Closet. I so appreciate your magazine.

Success-what does it mean?

2007-09-18T05:26:00.001-07:00

I'm somewhat atypical in my goals. My greatest desire is to be discovered. I want to be discovered in the slush pile. I want my writing to be seen at the right time, by the right eyes in the middle of the slush pile. I suppose that says a lot about who I am. I'm a simple person. For me, that would define success.
The odds are not in my favor, but when the call comes, I will know that I have attained my private measure of success.
WAIT! This has happened. My book was discovered in the slush. My little WHERE YA GOIN', OWEN, was actually discovered this way. I am a success in my own eyes.

2007-09-17T14:10:00.001-07:00

After word of mouth, and the pencil/pen this is what they used.
(Before my time, thank you very much)
This was my grandmother's.
She typed away on her job at the State of Indiana on this beaut.
I've since passed it on to my daughter-in-law who collects oldies, but goodies. I'm not sure if one can even buy the ribbon for this anymore. I do remember typing on it as a kid, though and my 5 year old grandson loves to play on it. Go figure.

Another painting by moi'

2007-09-17T13:15:00.001-07:00

I've been meaning to add more of my artwork. This is not my favorite painting, but it is one I did a few years ago and I found a picture of it. It's not done well, lacks contrast, poor color choices and the perspective is off. I had fun doing it though and am sure I learned something in the process. I'm self taught in this medium, guess that means I home schooled myself. I'm not sure where this picture lives today. It does not live with me. I think I gave it to a friend...Betty? Do you have it?
It's simply called Cello and is rendered in oil. I apologize for the poor quality of the photo.

Confessions of a whiny butt.

2007-09-17T06:47:00.001-07:00

I've been a bit of a whiny butt lately and am confessing on this post as a reminder to my self that I always have a choice in my attitude. Always. It's my choice. You, dear reader, probably haven't heard the inner groaning and moaning I'm referring to because I don't want to publicize my flaws, however, I am, in fact, struggling with an inner conflict which, at times, threatens my peace of mind that I so cherish. Confession is, for me, the best remedy for this affliction. So I confess and hold on to the commitment I made a few years ago, during a defining moment, that I want to be a giver in life and not a taker. If I go beyond that I get all discombobulated and end up back in the "it's all about me" mode. And it's not all about me. I gave that up because it's just not what I want my life to be about and I don't want that type of thinking to infect my writing. Occasionally I will blog about this because I need reminders. So thanks for bearing with my soul cleansing moment.

Thank you, Nancy

2007-09-16T07:29:00.000-07:00

Thank you, Nancy Cavanaugh, Editor of Fandangle Magazine for accepting my story, The Sticky Note, for next month's issue. (October 2007)

Once again, I am honored by the delightful news. Also, thank you for your kind compliment of my story.

I got paid. I really got paid.

2007-09-10T06:11:00.000-07:00

OOPS, forgot to mention I came home to two copies of Whimsy magazine with my little poem, School Days, published. Thank you Whimsy!
Also, I received my first payment from KidVisions and was delighted, as well, to see my poem, Creepy Carnival Carousel, published in this month's issue. Thank you, Lisa Bradley, Editor.
I will frame the money as it is my actual first payment ever!

2007-09-10T05:17:00.000-07:00

Am back from the last hurrah at the lake with family. Time to look forward to another new season in my life. Fall is my favorite and I have a feeling this one promises to be the best. At least, I purpose to make it that way. I've learned that I have control over very little, except my own attitude and how I process events in life. Took me 54 years to "get that". I choose to widen my view, to see things differently with fresh vision, and embrace the balance choice offers.
I've had a much needed break from writing, subbing, waiting and hoping and feel like I need to adjust my expectations to acquire a more harmonious flow of creativity. Competition is not my within my comfort zone. For me, competition is a fruitless endeavor. It sucks the joy of creating. To write unencumbered is my new focus. Creativity is the call. Writing is the sufficient joy. The gift will find it's place. I am called to give.

Trivial Tidbits

2007-08-29T05:39:00.000-07:00

Trivia about me:

I do everything with my right hand, EXCEPT write. I'm a lefty with the pen.
Have gray genes. Started getting gray at 18.
Remember loving to eat sweet pickles in my high chair.
Prefer adoption to the other option (have done both)
Was run over by a motorcycle at 14 at Lake Santee, Indiana.
Lost my grandmother's pearl ring in same lake. It's still there as far as I know.
Attended k and 1st grade in Yokahama, Japan.
Grew up on a horse (appaloosa) farm. Had a billy goat named, Mr. Woolyboogher.
REALLY STRANGE=My father died on my son's birthday. My father-in-law died on my husband's birthday and my sister died on her birthday. (sigh)
My first crush was when I was 6. I gave him my sister's bike and shell collection. He liked my sister after that, not me.

My Happy Face

2007-08-27T06:18:00.001-07:00

Things that make me happy besides acceptances.

peace
full tummys
grace
twinkling eyes
nature views
smell of sandalwood
puppies
God's love
my family

Not necessarily in that order and the list could go on and on.

My Sad Face

2007-08-27T06:09:00.001-07:00

Things that make me sad besides rejections:

war
starvation
suffering
prejudice
children who have lost their twinkle
grown ups who have lost their twinkle
regrets that I have no control over, I've had a few
hearts that won't forgive
missing my family

2007-08-27T05:37:00.001-07:00

Dear Meemaw,

Wite me a stowey, Meemaw, about my new pink shoes. I wuv fancy shoes.

Wuv,

Katie
xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

2007-08-26T08:19:00.001-07:00

Through the valley of rejection, I know what matters.
My heart yearns to return home and live near family, until then
I keep my chin or rather chins, as in my case, up and surround myself by those I love. Katie is our little lady. Must make a trip home soon, she's learning new words daily and needs me to help her learn to read, an obviously gifted one year old, ya know?

2007-08-25T22:47:00.000-07:00

Forgot to mention, I have named my muse, Sparkle. This is where Sparkle shines and plays.

LIFE IS SHORT-PLAY HARD-HAVE FUN -A PHOTO ESSAY

2007-08-25T22:15:00.001-07:00

2007-08-25T22:04:00.001-07:00

This is for a friend.

2007-08-25T21:04:00.000-07:00

Look closely, Brenda. It's night time, the frogs are croaking, the crickets are doing their thing, and I'm star-gazing with mosquitoes, SWAT, SWAT, SMACK!
Here's, well you know, my little portion of heaven. Moon is hiding.

STRIKE THREE FOR ME

2007-08-25T19:34:00.001-07:00

Received really sad news this week

I struck out with Sylvan Dell, not once, not twice, but three times.
To be considered by Donna German with three of my manuscripts and to make it in the final 58 for this writer was a thrill and an honor. Of course, I fell apart with the rejection, but who wouldn't? I dare not post a picture of my sadness and disappointment. It would totally scare you. Blotchy redness, swollen honker, hiccupping-like sobs, you know the score...

So I'm posting a happy picture instead.

I was considered three times. YAY ME!
THANK YOU, DONNA GERMAN, EDITOR OF SYLVAN DELL, NOT ONLY FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION, BUT FOR YOUR KIND ENCOURAGEMENT. I APPRECIATE YOU.

Things that make me happy

2007-08-25T18:52:00.001-07:00

Fond memories were relived when a friend sent me a doll from Japan. My personal memoir, While Fuji Watched, may never be
published and that's alright, after all, it is personal. Of course, if it happens I will SHOUT it from here. In the meantime, my love for the scent of sandalwood, kimonas, and zorries, unfortunately called flip-flops in our society, keep those memories kindled.

I've always loved pickles.

2007-08-25T18:33:00.000-07:00

Some of you may recognize this little guy. If you don't, it's probably because he's not dancing.
Well, he's my little friend from a friend that once upon a time was called Pickles. If I could make this pickle dance, I would, but alas, I'm a techno-failure. I still think he's cute just standing there looking all happy on my blog. So there ya have it. Simple pleasures make me smile. :)

And simple gifts can touch a person in ways the giver doesn't even realize. This one did.

2007-08-20T13:40:00.000-07:00

The ups and downs of writing. Acceptances=up Rejection=down. I've been up and down so much lately that I feel like a bouncing ball out of control. Of course, then there's the waiting. Wow, what a life.
And if that's not enough, then I experience it for my writerly friends, too. Their ups and their downs and their endless waiting.
Writers are very caring people. I'm proud to call them "friend". We can cry and rejoice for each other in a way that I've never experienced before in other arenas. Writers are a unique group. Glad to be a part of it.

Sorry to all my friends who, almost made it with Sylvan Dell for Spring '08. Your books are wonderful. Thank you for sharing them with me.
And thank you to Donna German, who in my mind, is a dream editor.

Good News Alert:

Also, BIG CONGRATUALTIONS, to my friends, Kim Watson and Brenda Sturgis who received the call, today from Miriam Hees, Editor in Chief, Blooming Tree Press. They are being published in the Sweet Dreams Anthology. WAY TO GO, GIRLS! I'm thrilled for you.

A new experience for me

2007-08-17T08:05:00.000-07:00

Well, my journey continues.

I have my very first REQUESTED from a house that is not currently open for submissions.
Fun!

My fingers and toes are crossed.
Am holding my breath, too.
And hoping very soon,
I'll have good news for you.

hint: the title of this piece is OWEN'S GROWIN'.

Passion, a poem

2007-08-16T14:53:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm a bit amused with myself. I have a wonderful crit partner who has an amazing ear for meter. Just amazing. While I write well, I can't always "hear" the beat. I can dance, but can't sing, and when I took a music class I sweat bullets just trying to clap out beat. It's like I have two left ears. All this to say, I STILL CAN GET IT SOMETIMES ALL BY MYSELF.
Here's an example. I wrote this poem a few years ago:

Passion

by Carole Brooks

When passion speaks in silent waves the ocean waters swell

And crashing on the sands of time, the heart knows when to tell

The drama of the dark, deep, sea where hidden treasures call

The owner to his ownership, beneath the crested wall.

Just love Fandangle Magazine

2007-08-10T08:39:00.000-07:00

Thank you, Nancy Cavanaugh, Editor of Fandangle Magazine for accepting my poem,
Tip, Tap, Toe, for your November 2007 issue. I appreciate your magazine and all you do for children and writers.

I'm a picture book writer

2007-08-10T08:11:00.000-07:00

It's no secret, I can't sing. Ask my family if you think I jest. Even our dog who loved me ran away whenever I belted out in full glory.
Well, no matter. I still sing. And I make up my own words, too. For instance, my newest song, sung to the tune of Paperback Writer is I'm a Picture Book Writer. Can't seem to get that tune out of my head. So here I sit singing...wait...I think I hear applause or is that thunder? WOW! The heavens are clapping. I knew it! And the trees are swaying. They love my voice. Or, do you think it's possible that Mother Nature doesn't appreciate my voice? This storm looks, um, rather wicked.
Gotta go close the windows and hunker down. Later.

2007-08-09T09:44:00.000-07:00

I've decided to blog about how I became a writer, a children's writer.
No, I haven't written all my life.
No, I haven't studied and earned a degree in English, creative writing or journalism.
No, I don't have any friends in the business (prior to my starting, anyway).
No, I didn't make up a lot of stories as a child.
Here's what happened.
Crisis. Yup. Life crisis. I had a defining moment in my life that involved a tragedy. I didn't know if my emotional make-up would "stick together". I didn't know that humans could feel such pain and I didn't know how to express that pain. It was what I call a howling heart. I found myself pouring my pain on paper. It was effortless. It flowed. It came from somewhere so deep inside that I'm sure it was sub-conscious or perhaps simply soul writing.
Years later, I discovered that source tugging at me in a life-giving way. TO WRITE FOR CHILDREN! To capture the awe, the innocence, the wonder of the child and let it flow. To embrace inspiration from a child's POV. To use a child's voice and to understand that play is necessary. To let that source guide and provide the words...I call it a gift.
So I give. I give without reservation. I write from my heart. I feel it. I see it. I envision the illustrations (although I know that's a no-no), I simply can't help it. It's creativity. My hope is that my writing touches children. I want to touch the children. Imagination creates. Imagination plays. Imagination touches heaven. It is a gift.

You're invited

2007-08-08T13:22:00.000-07:00

Celebrating 10 acceptances today. Come on in an join the party. Look around, make yourself at home.

WHERE YA' GOIN', OWEN, picture book, Journey Stone Creations, LLC., January 2008
The Great Catch, based on a true story, Stories For Children, August 2007 (current issue)
School Days, poem, Whimsy Magazine, September 2007
Creepy Carnival Carousel, poem, KidVision Ezine, September 2007
A Moving Tradition, magazine story, Stories for Children, December 2007
Boogie in the Woods, poem, Fandangle Magazine, archived April 2007
Summer Days, poem, Fandangle Magazine, archived July 2007
Ready for the Game, poem, Whittle Tykes E-zine, May-June 2008
Eye Spy Lunch, poem, September/October 2008
Jack and Jill and Joey, non-fiction, Whittle Tykes E-zine, March/April 2008

I decided to share this as I continue to receive my portion of rejections. I've only been writing for 9 months. I'm pleased and grateful.

Back--been gone too long

2007-08-07T11:39:00.000-07:00

I knew summer would bring changes in my writing life. I didn't realize how quickly the time would pass and now I regret lost time. I ain't gettin any younger, so today I purpose to focus on my craft and fill the void with subbing and writing and subbing and writing. Just read my story, The Great Catch, in Stories for Children. What a thrill to see myself published, again. Yes, I can say, again. I'm addicted.
Sadly, one of my books, I FOUND AN ELK IN THE FOREST, which has been under serious consideration by Donna at Sylvan Dell will not find a home there. Just found out today. I allowed myself to envision the illustrations. It was to be a beautifully bound book with magnificent pictures giving children a sense of awe at this majestic animal. Well, as the story states, "My home's where I roam." So Elk still lives in my dreams roaming around looking for a home.

(Donna hoped I would find consolation in that it was "seriously considered". Thank you kindly, Donna. You are a dream editor.)

Don't Take It Personally

2007-07-25T09:57:00.000-07:00

Ok, you never see or hear me talk much about rejection. Basically, I maintain a realistic attitude regarding submissions. I don't send stuff out that isn't ready. I send to carefully researched houses. When rejections come I don't take it personally.
BUT, I admit that twice I have allowed my hopes to soar on submissions that seemed fairly promising. And, yes, I hit hard.
When something seems so close, it's really difficult not to imagine, the call. Once imagined, it takes total form and illustrations fill the void. The mind creates the entire process only to be "poofed" away.
Yes, I've been there twice. Once in the "hope" realm and once in the long term consideration mode. These were my painful ones. And yes, it brought tears. I bounced back, but guess I just needed to say that I do understand.
But, always remember it is not personal.

My Muse

2007-07-19T10:44:00.000-07:00

My Muse

By Carole Brooks

When small, the world was magical

And larger than today.

Pretending was the natural path

that lead my childish way.

Now I see things differently,

Though magic has its place.

Some memories of long ago

I never shall erase.

So as I write for children

As a grown-up with my pen,

I’ll remember days of yore

And try my best again,

To see the world with wonder

From that child who lives inside.

And let her speak of magic

And let her be my guide.

The End

An acceptance during a dry summer.

2007-07-16T09:49:00.000-07:00

WOOHOO!

After a quiet few months, I just received an acceptance on my poem, School Days.

It will appear in the next issue of Whimsy.

Thank you, Kathy Horvath, Co-editor of Whimsy.

2007-07-10T08:22:00.000-07:00

I'm back from a 3 week get-away. I didn't realize how much I would miss the writing community/fellowship of the writer's world. The break was refreshing and I'm excited
to get back to the computer and write, write, write.

I came back to fantastic news about a good friend who won the first place category for picture books in the Smart Writers competition.

CONGRATULATIONS TO BRENDA REEVES-STURGIS! (my writing buddy and friend) and hope to soon see her 2 manuscripts published, THE FOOTBALL GAME and TEN TURKEYS IN THE ROAD. I have read them both and they are fun, fun, fun.

Also, I have learned that 3 of my manuscripts are in the 58 finals for consideration at Sylvan Dell.
I had the emails waiting for me upon my return and am simply delighted and eagerly await Donna's decision.
Thank you, Donna German, Editor of Sylvan Dell.

2007-06-06T09:30:00.000-07:00

Thought I should put a note here about the Highlights Mystery Contest.

I had a lot of hope for my 3 stories and just found out I did not place in this contest. I'm somewhat sad about that, but realize how stiff the competition is and want to congratulate the winners. I'm looking forward to reading your stories.

Ok, my "wah wah" time is over. Now to find a home for my 3 little mysteries. I'm off on mystery home search, folks.

2007-05-29T03:54:00.000-07:00

I've been on vacation and came home to good news from Nancy Cavanaugh, Editor of Fandangle Magazine. My poem Summer Days will be published in July's issue. This poem was inspired by my grandsons' experiences at our little lake cottage in northern Indiana. Sometimes I watch them enjoy nature and they remind me of Tom Sawyer catching frogs and enjoying life away from the cemented city.

Thank you so much, Nancy. I am honored to have another poem appear in this magazine and hope you enjoy it.

2007-05-15T09:47:00.000-07:00

I had the privilege of judging a small writing contest for K. Pluta, author of THERE'S A YAK IN MY BED and somehow, through that experience I have gained a deeper appreciation of what editors experience. I realize there is no big comparison, but for me it was revealing. There were NO rejections in my mind. I'm so sorry that term is even used. There are many good writers who take 'rejection' so hard; they personalize it and that is just wrong. I wish all writers could 'see it' differently. I'm grateful I do.

2007-05-15T09:38:00.000-07:00

Had a marvelous time at the SCBWI Michigan conference. Met kbarson from Verla's. I felt "so" at home with the whole experience. Being surrounded by authors, editors, illustrators, and agents was absolutely fantastic. Felt like heaven. A high point for me was having 2 books signed by James E. Ransome, Illustrator of HOW MANY STARS IN THE SKY and UNCLE TED'S BARBER SHOP.

I once wrote a poem for my son, Aaron, about him being a 'star' in my eyes, and James signed HOW MANY STARS IN THE SKY for Aaron with "To a real star", of course, he didn't know how meaningful that was to me, but it made my day!

2007-05-15T09:30:00.000-07:00

My story THE GREAT CATCH will be published in Stories for Children Online Magazine in August 2007. THANK YOU, Gayle Jacobsen-Huset, Assistant Editor and Virginia Grenier, Editor.

This realistic fiction story is actually based on a true story that took place with my sons and is written from the POV of the oldest and is my first attempt using present tense. It will include a photograph of the boys. Hope you enjoy it.

Nonfiction to be published.

2007-04-26T08:05:00.000-07:00

THANK YOU, TODD PERKINS, ASSOCIATE EDITOR OF WHITTLE TYKES E-ZINE!

My first NF article will be published in Whittle Tykes in the March/April

issue! This is my first nonfiction piece and it's accompanied by a photo I TOOK!

I'm not even sure if the article or the photo excites me more.

Just gotta love those acceptances!

Gabriel's picture

2007-04-19T18:58:00.000-07:00

I was reading a blog and a mom was trying to decide if she should make
her son cut his hair.
Well, here is my vote.
This is my son. He was a senior in high school at the time of this photo.
He is now a husband and the father to 3 wonderful children that I
knew he would be.
Hair has nothing to do with anything.

Plans for April

2007-04-17T04:43:00.000-07:00

I'm looking forward to the Tulip Festival in Holland, Michigan.
Will post pictures and hopefully will be inspired to write a story
about the event.
Also, am eager to attend my first SCBWI conference at the month's
end. I know Michigan has a lot of writers and I'm excited to meet them.

More Good News

2007-04-16T10:17:00.000-07:00

My poem, Creepy Carnival Carousel, just got accepted for publication in KidVisions Magazine.

Thank you, Lisa Bradley, Editor KidVisions! Look for it in the September 2007 issue.

My Lucky Day

2007-04-05T11:10:00.000-07:00

I just won a YAK!

That's right a Yak. Well, a book about a Yak.

THERE'S A YAK IN MY BED! by Kay Pluta, published
by Blooming Tress Press is in the mail to me as I type.

I plan to donate this book to Indianapolis Public Schools where I used to work.

This book is soooooooo funny and I hear there will be a sequel!

Thank you Blooming Tree Press for the contest. This has made my day!

2007-04-03T13:19:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of me, in my younger days, -cough,cough-

with a small class in my library. The kids are showing the books

they received from RIF--READING IS FUN.

THEY WERE ALWAYS SO EXCITED TO GET A BOOK.

( sorry the picture is fuzzy)

EYE SPY LUNCH

2007-04-03T06:25:00.000-07:00

Thank you, Todd and Ebony of WHITTLE TYKES E-ZINE!

My poem, Eye Spy Lunch, will be published in their Sept/Oct 2008 issue!

MORE OF MY PAINTINGS

2007-04-03T05:57:00.000-07:00

These paintings are in oil. The one in the right is where fairies
live. This picture hangs in my son's living room.

These two are of the same painting. One shows glare on the glass, so I unframed it and took
the other picture. This one hangs in my son's kitchen.

I HEAR THE WAVES--A PAINTING BY ME

2007-04-02T17:03:00.000-07:00

In addition to writing, I paint. This beach/ocean scene is

in oil. It was my first attempt to capture moving waves. The
picture on the right shows a
close-up of the rocks.

I am self taught, so don't be overly critical. This is a hobby.

I have sold a few pieces, but mostly I have given my art

to friends.

HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS PICTURE.

MORE GOOD NEWS!

2007-03-27T05:05:00.000-07:00

MY LITTLE POEM, BOOGIE IN THE WOODS, WILL BE
PUBLISHED IN NEXT MONTH'S ISSUE OF
FANDANGLE MAGAZINE!

THANK YOU NANCY CAVANAUGH, EDITOR!

FIRST BOOK TO BE PUBLISHED!

2007-03-24T16:47:00.000-07:00

I've been in Indy for 3 weeks visiting family.
It's nice to return to the writing world.
AN ACCEPTANCE WAS WAITING FOR ME!

MY FIRST BOOK WILL BE PUBLISHED THIS FALL!

Drum roll please, dumda bumda duhm!

WHERE YA GOIN' OWEN? will be published by Journey Stone Creations.

Thank you, Pat Stirnkorb, Editor in Chief of JSC.

ANOTHER ACCEPTANCE!

2007-02-28T01:38:00.000-08:00

I'm having a great week. I just received my second acceptance.!

My story, A MOVING TRADITION, about a young girl who deals with her

feelings over change in her life will be in the December 2007 issue of

Stories for Children Magazine.

http//storiesforchildren.tripod.com

Thank you, Virginia Grenier, Editor of Stories For Children!

Play Ball!

2007-02-27T08:49:00.000-08:00

My little poem READY FOR THE GAME will be published in Whittle Tykes E-zine
in the May/June 2008 issue!

Thank you, Todd Perkins, Associate Editor of Whittle Tykes Magazine!

THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL

2007-02-23T10:23:00.000-08:00

One of my most recent purchases includes THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL by Hans Christian Anderson, illustrated by Jerry Pinkney.

I remember the first time I read this story and visualized the scene. In my mind, everything
looked black and white except for the rosy cheeks of the girl.

Pinkney's rendition is fabulous. His illustrations are truly magnificent.
And the story? It's simply divine.

MY VIEW

2007-02-14T13:20:00.000-08:00

I saw three deer here yesterday.

2007-02-14T06:30:00.000-08:00

The very first book I wrote was called
"THE BOY, THE BEAR, AND THE BOOK.

It was for my kiddie lit class at IUPUI.
The instructor suggestedI try to get it published.
The book actually is personal and was inspired by this picture of my children, Gabriel and Aaron. I do have pictures of the book posted on this blog on older posts.

It's been eight years since that writing and I have rewritten
that book for publication.
It's now called BEAR'S PROMISE and is currently
subbed as an exclusive to Eerdman's.

BEAR'S PROMISE

By Carole Brooks

Bear has a happy life UNTIL his boy becomes too busy by growing up
and little bear gets lost. Yes! He is found by a girl who also grows up,
but this time Bear takes things into his own paws and looks for a place
where promises are kept. What bear finds becomes his new happy place.

Hopefully BEAR'S PROMISE will find a home.

MEET SOME OF MY CHARACTERS

2007-02-09T08:55:00.000-08:00

My character, Wilbur, is a lovable, little guy. He EXAGGERATES everything!
His world is sorta messy, like most small boys I know. Of course, his world is
his bedroom. Wilbur is a trooper, though, and thinks it through in hilarity.

Elk is an elk. Otter is an otter. Ya gotta just love them both. Wonder which
one is silly? Can you guess? I'm not telling.
Hint: starts with an E.

Gracie will make you cry. She finds redemptive value through a process
we all will face. Gracie, though young, deals with her grief and shares
her acceptance with grace.

Owen is goin' places! He's a busy fellow. By the end of the week, Owen
finds a very special place to go.

Hope you enjoyed hearing a little about some of my friends! They look
forward to meeting you.

YO! YES?

2007-02-07T04:42:00.000-08:00

When reading to children in the library, I enjoyed books that engaged my young listeners.

YO! YES? by Chris Raschka was one of my favorites. Of course, drama ruled.

After the first reading, the kids were ready to go with it! We acted it out with each

reading, exaggerating each word to the fullest. I always found kids learn best

when they don't know they are learning. Isn't that the best way?

A MUST READ

2007-02-03T15:15:00.000-08:00

I just finished reading the most powerfully, poignant and deeply penetrating

book of a son's search for his father's life. THE OUTSIDER by Nathaniel Lachenmeyer

took my breath away. I was moved beyond composure and had to stop reading often.

I was compelled to read this unforgettable account of Nathaniel's journey. I applaud

him for his bravery, his masterful writing and the sincerity of his soul in sharing this

story with a world that sadly does not embrace his topic. May God have mercy on us

and show us the way.

I once wrote a poem called The Color of Choice that addresses Lachenmeyer's

topic, knowing full well that there are times and situations in life where choice is

not an option.

Is this the fall of my life?

2007-02-02T05:51:00.000-08:00

I just turned fifty-four. Wow!
It has taken that long to know what I want to be when I grow up.
I want to be a big kid writing books for little kids.
I want:
To use the child's voice
To see the world as a child does
To capture the wonder of EVERYTHING
To laugh like a kid
To be spontaneous
To know innocence
To live in wonder
To write magically

Just thoughts as I move onward.

2007-02-01T15:20:00.000-08:00

I hear so many writing buddies talk about writing, put it off,

agonize over every little word, and never get around to

submitting their work. What's up with that? Afraid of rejection?

I don't understand the procrastination. Maybe it's just a personality

issue.

I'm a maniac these days. Submitting and writing and revising and

searching and researching...etc.

I don't enjoy the process in the same way others do. Is that wrong?

When I write, I write. I don't mind revising. Of course, I want to

present great writing, HOWEVER, when does it stop? When can

I say, THIS IS FINISHED. IT'S READY. PUBLISH IT.

Crit groups are interesting. I'm learning you can't please everyone.

Too many opinions can confuse the best attempts. I'm learning

to discriminate between opinion and solid advice. As well, I'm

learning to trust my gut.

My Bio

2007-02-01T15:09:00.000-08:00

This is the biography information I am using.

Yes, I wish I could add credentials that would blow the socks off a

publisher. Until I'm published, this is it. I continue to believe that

everyone starts somewhere. Am I being naive to believe that

beginners should show the beginning? Isn't that what it's about?

A beginning, middle and end with conflict and resolution is part

of a writers story, right?

I taught in a private preschool, Hope for the Flowers, in Indianapolis,

Indiana for seven years and assumed the responsibilities of the director upon

her leave of absence for six months. This experience introduced me to the

wonders of childhood and showed me how eager children are to embrace the

written word through stories.

In addition, I was an elementary school media assistant. I worked for

Indianapolis Public Schools for twelve years. This sparked my interest in writing for

children.

Classes I have taken include Children’s Literature at Indiana University-Purdue

University at Indianapolis. Recently, I have chosen to pursue children’s writing as a full time

endeavor. I am beginning this venture with all the excitement and enthusiasm I have seen

children display when learning is fun. As a beginning writer I am looking forward to making a

contribution in the world of children’s literature. I am a member of SCBWI.

Time Has Wings

2007-01-23T13:03:00.002-08:00

I'm flabbergasted how quickly time passes. My poor blog has been ignored by me, but with

good reason. I have been writing, writing, writing!

I've now lost track of how many outstanding subs I have. That's a slight exaggeration, I do

have a file, I just don't want to check. So from memory, here goes:

4 magazine stories
4 picture book stories
several WIPS

I've begun to write longer manuscripts. Eventually I'll write a novel, probably MG, but I

don't feel quite ready for that. One of the pbs came out in rhyme. I was surprised.

Okay, so I received a rejection on Katie's story, but didn't waste any time in sending it out

again.

The same with GRACIE'S HOPE, although that house did invite me to send them more.

The whole submission process is still somewhat confusing, perhaps it will be until I become

published.

Onward, I march. Hoping for good news soon.

Back to writing. My WIP calls.

2007-01-04T13:31:00.000-08:00

New submissions for the new year.

2007-01-02T14:02:00.000-08:00

Final revisions and proofing are taking place for my 3rd book submission. Once again, I am waiting for the title to speak. I'm looking at I LOVE YOU, PAPAW.

Trying to find the right publisher for this book has been a nightmare. I put a lot of research time into it and gave myself a headache. It is sort of reminiscent of Billy Crystal's Book, I Already Know I Love You, and that publisher only takes agented material. I don't know why I would want to send to a publisher who has a similar book anyway. Why would they want to publish another one if they already have one?
That's how confusing sometimes the advice is.
I hope to have this finalized within the next 2 days. I've set my goals and this needs to be in the mail this week.

Also, I need to revise my mystery a little. I've received a lot of conflicting crits on this manuscript, so I'll just have to go with my gut. I still have some time to finish it. The deadline isn't here yet.

Then, there is my rhyming pb. I just want to make sure it hasn't already been written. I have a funny feeling about this one, like maybe I've read it before.

I also have a pb about Wilbur. He's a hoot. It's full of action and needs an ending. I've been thinking a lot about it and believe I know how it should end.

All this will fill my next several weeks. If I stay committed and disciplined I can meet my goal.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2007-01-01T09:26:00.000-08:00

ANNOUNCING 2007 !

Wow, how did that happen? I just keep getting older and older.
I'm wishing for wonderful happenings this new year. Wishing won't make it happen though. I'm going to make some things happen~~even if it's rejections~~.

My goal is to get my writing 'out' there and published. Small or big, it doesn't matter to me. I've never made much money and it certainly isn't the driving force. I just don't want to leave this earth without leaving something behind in print.

My approach is going to be active on the submission end. Yes, I want only the best to go out, but if I hold off from fear of rejection, how will I ever know? I will not live in fear of that. That's what I purpose...no fear.

So dear editors, if you reject my writing I will send it elsewhere, because what I send will be my best and someone will publish it. I believe.

I hope you all make things happen for yourselves this year.

Celebrate!

I like writing for kids. I enjoy it. I think like a kid. I see things from their perspective. That's why I'm so astonished at my age. I'm still just a KID!

Mystery Note

2006-12-27T16:51:00.000-08:00

I will be entering my first writing contest soon. Of all things, it will be a mystery! Do I detect a wah, wah..? Yup. I'm not a fan of mystery.
Life can sometimes be confusing enough without having to become a detective. I suppose kids like it though. Being scared can be fun. ~Wondering 'who done it'~ Looking for clues and guessing.~ Hmm, maybe I just convinced myself to enjoy mysteries. I'm really a kid just pretending to be an adult anyway.
The setting? It will be Sherlock Elementary School. That's all for now.

Bear's Promise

2006-12-21T06:28:00.000-08:00

I'm getting very brave folks!

I sent a second manuscript out yesterday! It's about a nameless bear who looks for a place where promises are kept. That's all I'm saying for now. (Except, I have about 20 different endings to this story and I'm sure I heard the bear say, "Finally, you got it right!" )

We are suppose to listen to the little voices, right?

I did my homework, I hope the publisher I chose thinks so too!
So now, just like the bear, I "wait, and wait, and wait."

Once again, Merry Christmas to all!

Lord, give me patience. Did I say that?

2006-12-18T14:41:00.000-08:00

Manuscript sent in mail today! Had to make a few revisions in the cover letter.

My goodness,did I ever stress over that letter! Yup, but Pickles set me straight. Guess I

should not hold my breath, eh? The waiting begins.

Anyway, this is so exciting! I love this world. I have some other manuscripts to complete.

Focus, focus, focus...my mantra!

Christmas is coming soon! I will be going HOME to see family! Yipeeee! Can't wait to see

Katie, Owen and Miles!

We haven't had as much snow as expected yet. I'm looking forward to some winter walks

with my camera. Will hopefully post some pretty Michigan snow scenes soon.

Merry Christmas to all! I hope your inner child is filled with glee!

Carole

WHAT'S NEW?

2006-12-15T10:38:00.000-08:00

Attention!

Gracie named her book today. Yeah!

She made a slight change in the ending--and vwolaa--a title appeared.

I give you....Gracie's Hope

~ she hopes you like it~

Gratitude

2006-12-15T03:07:00.000-08:00

I'm grateful for the encouragement given by members of SCBWI, Verla's site and my critique group about my book.

I have finished my revisions using the generous suggestions and advice of experienced writers. Your eyes have helped my vision. My book's ending has been transformed.

One last struggle remains before leaving the cocoon. I'm waiting for the title.

Today I will finalize my cover letter and spend time looking out my window for the title.
I hope it appears on wings.

A big thank you to my husband, Mike, for surprising me with Microsoft Office. I will download it today so my manuscript will look beautiful.

This feels like a sacred moment for me. Thank you for sharing it with me.

'Dixie" on Lake Webster, Indiana

2006-12-14T18:16:00.000-08:00

I started an oil painting of the Dixie, a vintage paddle boat from Lake Webster. Since starting to write seriously my poor picture is drying.
As well, the material I bought to make a bedspread for the cottage is still in the closet.
I have so many projects I want to accomplish this winter. I'm task oriented so staying focused isn't my problem. Also, I don't procrastinate.
My biggest problem is there is just so much I WANT to do.
I guess I'll just have to prioritize my desires.
The older I get...did I say that?...At 53, cough, cough, (how did THAT happen?)...I feel time racing by me. I remember as a child wishing my time away wanting to grow up. Now, I wish I were younger. What's up with that?

Just Had To Say

2006-12-14T14:24:00.000-08:00

Oh my !
Santa came early!
He brought me Micosoft Office!

Surprises can be so much fun! Hmmm, I think there may be a story knocking on the door. There most definitely is a better, more easily, typed manuscript waiting to be typed.
What I didn't say earlier was how much trouble I was having using word pad. It had a mind of it's own once it hit the printer. You puter geeksters know what I'm talking about, eh?

Hmm, I wonder if Santa knows about the diamond earrings I want.

I'm hearing applause from all my documents! Gotta go.

Fall Leaves

2006-12-14T08:57:00.000-08:00

Dear Blog Reader~

I found it! I found the picture I lost. That makes me happy to be able to share it.

I'm writing a sad story, a very sad story. I needed to come here to my

happy place and play for awhile. My story will wait.

You know what? I've learned a few things. Life doesn't discriminate. Joy and sadness comes to

all. I hope you all have a happy place.

I once made a happy chair. I do the strangest things! First I painted it. Looked a little wild.

Then I glued old cosmetic jewels, lace, buttons, etc...all over except for the seat. It was cool.

Owen, my 5 year old grandson, liked to sit in it. Whenever he did, he smiled big time! I didn't

take a picture. Regrets. Anyway, he was about 3 and no longer remembers it, but I do.

Ok, I'm feeling a little lighter now. Back to my story. I NEED A TITLE! I also need Microsoft

Office. Santa? You listening?

Autumn

2006-12-14T05:11:00.000-08:00

It's still officially fall.
This new camera is starting to be easier to work. I declared war on it. Still have trouble finding my pictures, but slowly I'm winning the battle.

Finally found this picture.

Fall used to be my favorite season. Then it wasn't. Now it is again.
Hubby just told me, HE took this picture. So credit where credit is due: photo taken by Mike.

Gonna still try to find the one I took~~sigh~~it's more colorful. Think I need to paint a fall scene.

We took a fall color tour in Michigan on the wrong day. Pleasant drive. Sorta like, "Where's the beef?" No color. Too late.

Would like to see the East Coast in the fall. I hear it's magnificent. Southern Indiana is breathtaking. Traditionally, we went every fall to buy pumpkin butter. Missed it this year.

Wish I Could Sing

2006-12-14T01:55:00.000-08:00

I wake up every morning between 3:30 and 4:00 eager for a new day. I've never done that before. Since finding Verla's board I've discovered a latent love in my life. Writing! I'm not one who can say, "I've been writing all my life." I must admit, though, books are inside me wanting to be written.

I wasted my time bemoaning my voice. I sang like a sick moose. I listened to beautiful songs sung by beautiful voices in awe. How did they do that? Didn't it hurt? It sure hurt me to try. My family said it hurt them too!

These days I sing inside my own head. It sounds beautiful in there.

Anyway, for others, my voice sounds better on paper.

As a beginner, I expect to make mistakes. DON'T CRINGE when you see them. I used to be a better speller and would do that when I saw mistakes. So, if you have a compulsive need to gag each time you see a grammatical error, spare yourself, and don't visit often. This is my blog. I'm not perfect and will not get all weird about looking good to others. Of course, when submission time comes, that's different!

The older I get, the more comfortable I feel within my world. I have less need. That's freeing.

Well folks, it's all been about me this time. What about you?

ANNOUNCEMENT!

2006-12-13T13:29:00.000-08:00

NEW SCBWI ASSOCIATE MEMBER LIVES HERE!

SAILOR'S DELIGHT

2006-12-13T12:12:00.000-08:00

This is the view from my writing/art room. Kinda funny

calling myself a writer and artist. I like the sound of it.

Some day I will say AUTHOR.

Sounds like royalty~~"Author Brooks"~~YES!~~

Creation
How can one doubt?

Intelligent Design

YUP!

Do I hear an echo?

This is the view from our lake cottage.

~~~Sigh~~~

Lake Webster
Indiana

Awwhhhhhhhh!

Our Granddaughter

2006-12-13T07:49:00.000-08:00

~drum roll please~

Introducing Kathryn

WOW! After two sons, and two grandsons, we get a little girl!

Katie is a lady!
Dolls and dresses, ruffles and pretty shoes.

She loves her big brothers
and her Uncle Aaron's goldfish!