Sometimes I thought I should let it go. Often writers say some books aren't meant to be finished. I thought this was one of them. I hope not, because I think I am finished! For the first time, I am really happy with it. I have to say, I've received ALOT of help. LJ buddies and writer friends have been so generous with their time and knowledge. It 'does' take a village to write a book as far as I'm concerned. In truth, I know it's not 'really' finished, but it is ready to go to my agent. Of course, this is the worst time of year to expect to get a quick read. But I have to push send now.
My name is Wendy and I am a revisaholic, but I am taking the first step and I'm going to push send. Wish me luck.
- Location:family room
- Music:dryer
- Location:cozy couch
- Mood:productive
The Klingon Language Institute's Kor Memorial Scholarship-- For those of you not familiar with Star Trek, Klingons are those big furry creatures, and fans constructed an actual Klingon language. This scholarship goes to creative language scholars. Fluency in Klingon is not required.
Starfleet Academy Scholarships-- These $500 scholarships are for members of the "Starfleet Academy," an organization modelled after the fictitious Star Trek academy. This Starfleet Academy 'trains" people in the art of Star Trek trivia. Awards include the Gene Roddenberry Memorial Scholarship for Aspiring Writers and the DeForest Kelley/Dr. Leonard McCoy Medical Scholarship.
Scholarship for Left-Handed Students-- Yep, left-handedness is the only stipulation. Oh, and you have to be a student at Juniata College in Huntingdon, Pennsylvania. One wonders if anyone's ever tried to fake left-handedness to win.
Duct Brand Duct Tape Stuck at Prom Scholarship Contest-- To enter, you and a date must attend your prom dressed entirely in duct tape.
American Nudist Research Library Scholarship -- A scholarship for young nudists. This one sounds less painful than the duct tape scholarship.
Carnegie Mellon University Bagpipe Scholarship-- This scholarship isn't very competitive, as there's only one college bagpipe major in the entire United States.
Tall Clubs International Student Scholarship. For female students who are at least 5'10" and male students who are at least 6'2". I wonder if they measure their applicants?
Chick and Sophie Major Memorial Duck Calling Contest Scholarship. If you know how to call ducks, get yourself down to Stuttgart, Arkansas to register. First prize is $1500!
American Fire Sprinkler Association Scholarship-- Students read an essay on fire sprinkler safety. Each correct answer earns applicants an entry in the scholarship drawing.
Michigan Llama Association Scholarship-- If your parents are part of this organization, you're in luck.
Excellence in Predicting the Future Award. Not as weird as the title makes it sound, actually. It's a contest for students interested in economics. Participants "buy and sell" future predictions in the manner of buying stocks.
Society of Vacuum Coaters Foundation Scholarship-- If you're interested in studying the technology of vacuum coating, this scholarship is for you. And no, I haven't the foggiest idea what vacuum coating means.
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amused
Well, it's not my dream job. I already have that. I just don't make any money for it. LOL I'll be working at Macy's as an on-call employee. I start training tomorrow. It's great because I can check in each week through the computer and see what jobs are available and put in for the one's that work best for my schedule. Now, that's the kind of job that will work for me. :) It's not a ton of money, but at least it won't raise my blood pressure like my last job.
Anyhow, I'm feeling good. I only have 50 pages left before I print and have my editor/friend crit and line edit for me. Plus, I'll have extra money for Christmas gifts, paper and ink. Hehe That's all I really need . . . today. :)
Happy Monday.
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cheerful
I can only imagine how many writers out there are like me. After tons of rejections, you finally get that accceptance letter from an agent, you run down the street screaming, "I got an agent!"
Finally, after some revisions and input from your agent, he/she sends your baby out to the lovely world of publishing. You get great feedback, maybe even go to acquistion . . . but no sale. So what else is a writer to do? My agent suggested I write the next book. However, now I fear that if this one doesn't make it, it's curtains for me, at least with this agent. Am I right?
I have spent almost two years working on this second novel and have had great feedback, but also have had major suggested changes. After taking all into consideration, pulling my hair out, purchasing "real" reading glasses, and quitting my job l feel close to being ready. But when will I feel close enough to push that send button to my agent? I fear that if this one doesn't cut it, I will be the one cut. In essence, I'm a bit gun shy to take that second shot, and I'm running out of beta readers, so I have to go with my gut.
I know I'll eventually hit "send." I have to. But I need I need a little encouragement . . . after I print it out and proof it one more time!
- Location:family room
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:tv
I'm half way through my (lost count) rewrite on CAUR. I got some great feedback from my son's girlfriend, but after a crit from another writer, I took the MS back from her before she could finish because I had more work to do. I still haven't found a job yet, but since the kids are back at school, I'm hoping to finish soon and get another read from a retired editor/friend. I really hope this will be the last one before I can finally send it back to my agent.
My son started his senior year and we are looking at colleges. I cannot believe he'll be out of the house next year. At least he wants to stay in the tri-state area, so he can come home often. I would hate it if he wanted to go far away.
My daughter started her first year in high school. She is attending a performing arts school and LOVES it. I am so happy for her. She hated school before this. Now she is with kids like herself and finally feels like she fits in She is doing really well with her music, and now has a well-known manager working for her. We are dying to put some recordings on her web site, but the mgr. says, "not yet."
I'm glad I'm not working full-time anymore, there are things I miss about my former job, but. when my plate is too full I usually end up dropping it. If I can find a p/t job I will have the balance I need to be functional.
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content
I say sock it to me! I have worked on this novel for two years, changed its POV four times, changed the title five times, went from a FT writer to a PT writer, back to a FT writer and finished the story, AGAIN. If this year was meant to test my committment to writing, it truly has. Now, I hope my critquers are just as tough, (but cross my fingers they at least like it). I am ready to wrap it up! My agent is eager to see the changes, and I'm eager to send them to him. I'm even more eager to move on to my next project.
I'm going on a little get-a-way in a few days and look forward to the relaxation. I love summer and want to run my fingers and toes through it for as long as I can.
- Location:sun room
- Mood:
calm - Music:Nora Jones
So, here are a couple of my 3-year-old book-signing pics:



- Mood:
cheerful - Music:low rider
So, first I dumped everyone's overflowing laundry baskets onto the laundry room floor. I didn't have enough room, so I had to move into my bedroom and sort it all out. It was bad, really bad. My husband even told me how my son made a comment the day before about a pair of shorts he spilled ketchup on. He said, "Darn, I've got to get this ketchup off my shorts. It took me a month to get them back from the laundry."
You might be saying, why didn't you teach your family to do their own laundry? I did. But that's neither here nor there. I'm home now and I needed to take control of my home again. It's funny when your mind is so bogged down with things you'd rather not have it bogged down with, there's not always room for creativity. However, as I folded each clean load and put it away, my other load began to lighten and my mind started reeling with ideas.
I did about ten loads of laundry these past two days, and I have written about 4,000 words of substance and finally gave my WIP the strong plot it desperately needed. And, I found a way to make the dual POV work! In essence, this writer's priority list worked out perfectly. Who would have thought I'd find my muse in the laundry! Now I have empty laundry baskets and overflowing pages.
- Mood:creative
- Music:The Nanny
I tried to like my job. I tried really, really hard. Instead, I began to detest it. So, I prayed that God would give the job to someone who really enjoys this type of work, and the woman who was second choice when I was hired got the job. Foturnately, my husband prefers me to be happy, and writing and taking care of my family makes me happy. Besides, I probably spent half the money I made on take-out food since I was too tired to cook every night. Not to mention I spent about $120 a month on gas driving fifty miles each day.
Since I've been home the sun has been out every day . . . literally and figuratively. I believe it rained 24 out of 30 days in June, and for a person who lives to write in her sunroom, it really got me down. I hadn't read an entire book in six months. I worked on my novel each night, though, I found myself revising more than adding new text. The past two weeks, I have been so inspired and so happy I feel as if I were let out of jail. I'm embarassed to say this because it's not like I was digging a ditch in India, but I worked for many years before I had the chance to write full-time, and once I had a taste of that life, I could not forget how great it was to wake up every morning and be happy doing what I loved.
Doing what you love is a privilege, and I am so thankful I have found a way to do it again. I will continue to do side work to make money, and many things are happening with my daughter's career and she needs me to be available. But I feel free as a bird once again and this time I will truly appreciate it more than I ever did before.
- Mood:
cheerful
My son told me I could plug a regular mouse in, and it should work. I guess I'm still slightly technologically challenged. (I never would have thought I could do that). Today I stopped at Best Buy and I found the cutest little mouse. It's only about three inches long. It fits perfectly on my laptop! I'm so glad I didn't go with my first instinct to slam it against the wall.
It is taking some getting used to, but I grew up learning how to keep things going on their last legs. Whether it is a car that needs the radiator filled each time I reach my destination, a blouse held together by safety pins or a storm door that won't close unless you lift it and push to the right, I'll keep whatever I've got going until I've used it to it's fullest potential.
- Mood:creative
If you click the link below, the story should pop up on page 195. Use the top arrow to go to 196 to read the rest.
http://books.google.com/books?id=w1MFYEhyq
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calm
That's about all I've got to say, though I've got a whole lot on my mind . . .
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aggravated
Yay! I found my wedding rings after not seeing them since summer. They were in my earrings without partners box. Must have put them there during an Ambien moment. I think I have more single earrings than pairs now, but at least my wedding rings are back together. My socks without partners draw has become so crowded that many have found their way back to one another.
I got an email from the dog whisperer. Well, not really, I got a newsletter from him. I had written him a letter about my problem-Pekinese. Seems Ozzie-boy wants to let the lady dogs know he's available . . . from inside my house. I think I'm finally going to have to break up his pair. :) The Dog Whisperer said it might help. If not, I will have to start following him around with an empty coke can filled with quarters and shake it every time he lifts his leg. I'm not really into that.
- Mood:
contemplative
Was he just trying to deliver flowers to my neighbor, but no one answered and he wanted to leave them with one of us or was he a killer? Probably a florist, but you never know!
- Mood:
contemplative
I never seem to have time to particpate in any of Robin's http://robinellen.livejournal.com/fun contests, and I thought this one would be doable. Hmmm, let's see. :)
Here are the five things she associates with me, and my elaborations on them.
Takes care with things and people - You couldn't make it easy for me, Robin. The "people part" is easy. I feel it is important to make people feel comfortable and cared for, but I'm not sure what "things" Robin is referring to. Lately, I haven't been too good with taking care of things. I lost my engagement ring and wedding band this summer and have not told my husband yet. Hope he doesn't read my blog. Maybe one day when we move I'll find it. I KNOW it is in this house somewhere.Thoughtful- I work in a place filled with thoughtful people. The staff of a special ed. school needs to work hard to pay attention to the students and their families and make them feel they are well-cared for. I enjoy being a part of that environment.
Puts in her best effort - I am surrounded by a talented and loving family. They are self-motivated and put their best effort into all they do. I feel like one of the luckiest mothers in the world, not only because I have wonderful kids, but because I have never had to tell them to do their homework. I suppose they've learned by watching my husband and I work hard at our craft of writing and music.
Compassionate - I have had six animals since I've been married. I've not brought one of them into my home. My husband and kids keep finding ways to sneak them past me. Though animals drive me crazy with their hair, barking, special gifts left on the floor and carpet, in addition to the unique aromas that often fills the room, I could never send them away because my family loves them too much. I guess I love them too, kind of. :)
Giver - If I had nothing to give, what would life be about. That's all I've got to say about that. (Forest Gump) Hehe
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chipper
I found a musical version of my MC's boyfriend, only she's a girl! Just watch her personality shine through her song. http://vodpod.com/watch/1273562-lady-gag
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crazy
AngelAID’S Among Us
By Wendy Lynn Decker
There are no coincidences in life, only incidences where God remains anonymous.
After an accidental overdose, Arlene Shipley’s guardian angel revealed God’s anonymity and took her on a journey where she discovered that her life here on earth was not yet complete. At over 400 lbs., and fighting the pain from sexual abuse as a child, Arlene hadn’t left her home in
“Many small miracles happened on the way to that place. I saw myself lying in the bed, and I heard the EMT workers joking about my weight. They said to each other, ‘how are we gonna get her out of the house?’ I didn’t know if I was dead or dreaming, but I wanted to die.”
Arlene lyrically describes her experience in a book she is writing. These are just a few impressions. “I feel as light as a feather, and I am dancing on the ceiling. Nothing hurts—no pain …one moment in Heaven. Warm and fuzzy all over—I’ll just keep my eyes closed. I’ll just lie here and enjoy all the different smells. A voice I don’t recognize speaks. I can only tell you how amazing I feel. Infused with warmth and sunlight and song. I redefined love, peace and harmony. God breathes me in as I exhale. He consumes every cell that is me and releases me to dance with the universe.”
During Arlene’s encounter with Heaven, she spoke about an angel who unveiled snippets of what would eventually become her future. She witnessed herself in situations she wouldn’t normally participate in. She also saw herself in a body unfamiliar to her own. She describes the event as if it were a slide show unfolding her un-imaginable destiny.
You have to go back Arlene. “Words wouldn’t come, my heart is dead. It isn’t a dream after all. No, please, don’t send me back. I feel safe for the first time.” The paramedics resuscitated Arlene, and she awoke to a new life.
Arlene had prayed for eighteen years that God would bless her and her husband with a family. When she finally received the phone call that a child was in need of a home, she expected to see the warm, cuddly baby she had dreamed of. However, God’s plan was much bigger. In fact, the child delivered to Arlene came in the package of an angry, 70 pound, 9-year-old, girl with AIDS. “We thought we were offering this wounded child a safe home. Little did we know she would take up residence in our hearts.”
A new leaf had been established on Arlene’s family tree. Its reach extended further than she ever could have imagined. This occurrence was also the third event to unfold during Arlene’s encounter with the angel. “The miracle of Tashia transformed me from a woman who used anger to fuel her days, into a mother who was only motivated by love.”
“Tashia was a scared little girl who didn't know who God was. She was believed to be the first child in
“The word ‘AIDS’ has such a power to cause fear, and Tashia had lived for nine years in fear, so we only told her she had ‘bad blood.’ We never lied to Tashia, so she also knew that she had a disease that would never go away, a disease that she could die from if she didn't eat and take her medicine. And with a T-4 count of zero, Tashia had to take countless medications each day. So we made it a game, cheering when she finished taking ten syringes of medicine - by herself.”
“Love and safety caused Tashia to believe and trust. She had to trust me before she could trust there was a God.”
“Mankind is like poison on the earth,” Arlene says. “The only way to bring harmony and balance is to think, say, and do things that create positive energy. I call them AngelBLESSINGS. Nature is fighting back and the only thing that can balance it is to do kind things.”
What else inspires you?
“You, caring enough to ask me questions about AngelAID.”
Tell me the process in which AngelAID began.
“We learned about what was not being done. The system was not the answer—it made it much harder to do anything good. We vowed to do something in Tashia’s memory. After she died, the system wouldn’t let us have any more AIDS children. I was angry at God at first. Why did he take it away? Then we got a phone call from the juvenile justice system about a boy who stole a car. His parents had both recently died of AIDS and they were afraid he also had AIDS—afraid to deal with him, so he was going to spend a year in solitary.”
“Within a month I had five boys in my home. In the last ten years over fifty boys have lived in our home. God gave me the lessons I needed to see. Their disease wasn’t as obvious as Tashia’s. They were all dying from the lack of family, societal neglect and perceived lack of choice—but all from a deadly hopelessness.”
God spoke to Arlene. If you turn your back on them you turn your back on me. “The most dangerous animal in the world is man without hope. Man has destroyed what God has made to create something evil. Tashia healed so many places inside of me. I had to understand that she had to be in my life to teach me a lesson to fulfill my assignment for God.”
How does a school or organization find out about you? Do you send out literature or is it word of mouth?
“We don’t take government money, only donations via the website or mail. We don’t advertise—people find out about us through word of mouth.”
AngelAID has been successful for fourteen years. The organization has accomplished so much for families in need. They have moved numerous families out of homeless shelters into their own apartments. They have provided the families with furniture, linens, cooking supplies; everything they need to live a little easier one day at a time. They now have two buildings and a thrift store.
“We outgrew it all, and we had to find places for parties and larger functions. We finally found an old church that will be donated to us, and we have an educational building that is two stories. It will be an AngelAID community.”
Do you have a signature Bible verse?
“Forget not to show love unto strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." (Hebrews 13:2 ASV)
What advice can you offer someone who wants to take in a foster child, but is fearful because of the problems they might encounter?
“My faith in God’s faith in me made me not afraid. I came to understand I didn’t have to do a perfect job—just my best. God will be there, holding me up if I depend on Him. I wish I could say it happened overnight—it didn’t—I had many lessons, many small miracles to experience. I can see so many times where He intervened in my life. I believe we are all angels—that we all come to this world with an assignment. But first we have to recognize that we are angels, and have our AngelEyes to see each other as angels."
God doesn’t create the evil in our world, man does. But God is waiting to see what we do about that evil. That is our choice—our free will. Each day we can wake up and choose to use God’s infinite possibilities to create positive energy. I try to make my life a prayer. I try to live so that at the end of my day God can look at what I have co-created with Him—and call it ‘“good.’”
For more information on AngelAID, visit: http://www.AngelAID.com, or write:
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calm
2. I have been off work all week and loved every minute of it! It felt like old times being able to write all day. Though, I know it is good for me to work because I would never leave the house if I didn't. Part-time would be the best of both worlds, but I am thankful for what I've got.
3. DS has been getting college brochures in the mail by the bundles. He just found out yesterday that he is in the top 20 of his class. I'm so proud of him. He also received a partial scholarship to a music school in Philly for a summer program. But, he will be starting a summer job that he has already committed to. :) Plus the other half of that partial is quite hefty! Nevertheless, I'm proud and he feels good about himself.
4. DD has been happy all week, just because I've been able to greet her at the door after school.
5. I still have one more crit. to finish. Dear friend, please be patient with me. I've never been good at balance. My husband used to make fun of me and call me "All-or- Nothing Wendy."
- Mood:accomplished
- Music:dryer
At least I did my hair and make-up in the bathroom. Could you imagine what I'd look like if I did that in the dark. LOL But you know what, I think I could do it. Really, I know my face, I dress it the same way every day with the same make-up. If you dared me, I'd do it and I bet no one would even notice. How 'bout you. Can you find your way around in the dark?
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silly
