Five Minute Friday: Write

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Joining Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday.  She describes it as a writing flash mob.  I’m still trying to get used to the idea of “no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”

If you want to join in, click on the Five Minute Friday icon at the left for all the details.

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TODAY’S PROMPT: WRITE

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IMG_1690aI have always liked to write.  Not so much write as in telling a story, that passion came later in life.  I’m talking about physically writing, printing, cursive, the art of penmanship.  I can remember before I entered Kindergarten, I wanted to write in cursive.  I was in awe as I watched my mom write a note.  The quick, but graceful up and down movement and flow of her hand as it would glide across the crisp white paper leaving a blue line of beautifully scrolled letters looped together to form her thoughts…her words.  Most of my Five Minute Friday posts are handwritten before I type them.  I can think better as I write.  My thoughts, emotion, character and artistry comes out in my handwritten word.

My passion to write came from reading.  I enjoy when an author writes a story that is so descriptive it’s like a movie playing in your mind’s eye.  I love to write words in such a way that you feel like you are there.  When you can smell the lavender and vanilla and the warmth of a fluffy white towel bundled in your arms fresh from the dryer.  As you walk through the woods on a crisp autumn day, the cadence of your steps and the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet, rhythmically drum away the cares of the world.  You see the deep reds and oranges of the leaves in the cool shade and the bright golden yellows illuminated by the sun that warms your soul.  A cool breeze dances around you and weaves through your hair refreshing your mind as you take in the beauty around you that you can’t deny the handiwork of The Creator.

I write, not to become famous, it’s something I enjoy doing.  If I happen to finish a novel, or someone is encouraged by my words, that’s a bonus…I write because I’m compelled to put pen to paper and write what I cannot contain in the confines of my mind.

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Small Town with Big City Views

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Five Minute Friday with Lisa-Jo Baker  write for five minutes “no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”

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TODAY’S PROMPT: SMALL

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I grew up in a small town in Indiana, right on Lake Michigan, population 4,937.  As a teenager, my BFF and I spent our summer days laying out at the beach, gettin’ a tan.  As I sat on that beach, I could look across Lake Michigan and see the Chicago Skyline.  I was in a small town, but it was like something bigger and better was within my reach.  I moved out to the suburbs at age 19, got married and started a family, and only went back to visit my family who still live there.

Recently, my family has moved to this small town.  Not so much by choice, but by necessity. I am seeing this town again through the eyes of my teenagers, who have declared that they want to stay, and not move back to the suburbs.  It was no small move for us, my kids had to leave the friends that they grew up with, but they have adjusted well.  This is a good experience for them, and they have found a new sense of freedom.  In this small town, they got out and met a whole bunch of new friends.  At any time they can meet up with their friends since everything is in walking distance, and a lot of their friends live just right around the corner, well…everything is just right around the corner in a small town.  My kids have spent time here over the years visiting my parents.  My dad would walk with them everywhere, take them bike riding, or walk along the lake.  The town has a lot more going on now than when I was growing up, and that’s what my kids love about it.  There’s a Cruise Night every month, where old cars line the main street, while 50’s music plays in the background.  There’s a huge festival called Pierogi Fest, which celebrates the Polish and Slovak culture here with a parade, food fenders, music, contests and tons of people.  My daughter is amazed at how many people she knows and recognizes as she’s out and about with her friends, never having that experience in the suburbs.

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She loves to take pictures and has a real eye for it, so she is especially enjoying the opportunity to take pictures with her friends in the park that sits on the lake with all it’s trees and beautiful gardens. Capturing a sun set at the beach, or the beauty of that magnificent view of Chicago.

I never tire of that view of the city across the drink.  But I see it differently now.  You don’t have to give something up, when there’s always something else within reach.

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Five Minute Friday: Story

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Five Minute Friday was started by Lisa-Jo Baker about a year ago, where hundreds of people write for five minutes flat on the same prompt that she posts on her blog at 1 minute past midnight EST every Friday.  She describes it as a writing flash mob.  I’m still trying to get used to the idea of “no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”

If you want to join in, click on the Five Minute Friday icon at the left for all the details.

Here we go…

TODAY’S PROMPT: STORY

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I love a good story, with its many twists and turns and unique characters.  Especially when an author uses their words like an artist uses a paintbrush.  With every stroke the story unfolds as a beautiful picture comes to life on the canvas.  Some days I read a book and I can’t put it down, saying to myself “just one more chapter, just one more chapter.”

My life is a story that is not yet finished.  Each day is a new page, each year a new chapter.  Even though I am surrounded by unique characters, and sometimes the twists and turns are so surprising, I don’t find myself so eager to experience the next chapter.  But I cannot put this story down, and say that’s the last chapter, I don’t want to read anymore.  I need to continue to turn each page, each day, and read it carefully so that I understand what is being said, follow where the story will continue, or anticipate when it might veer off into an unexpected journey.  I need to savor the interaction with the characters, because in any chapter they may move away or just be gone.  I need to live my story in such a way, that the characters I leave behind will want to tell my story again and again.  That they will smile and laugh when they remember what a character I was. I don’t know when the end of my story will be, but when the Author is finished, I hope He will say, “now that was a good story.”

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