Short, sweet, to the point. Be safe from east to west, north to south. More hurricanes on the way. Please give this information to all you know out there, in another path!
YES, this may very well offend some of you. Well, darn. But it needs to be said, shared, because we do not live forever.
I hear all the time these are the End Times. Feels like it. But… they said that every age. Crazy people actually name the day and time. Maybe not insane, just misled, overly hopeful, not to mention, arrogant. Sadly, this causes such disappointment in those who believe that, they fall away. Others mock, rightly so.
Today is a come to Jesus moment. In actuality. Not because of hurricanes, tornadoes, fires, earthquakes, economic distress, crazy plagues.. okay. Maybe a bit. It’s throughout the Torah. The Bible. Most folks say Jesus was a Christian. Not. He was 100% Jewish. Born in Bethlehem. Others believe He wrote the Gospels. Not. He taught everything from the Torah. Every. Last. Word.
Which brings me to the point. Jesus freaked everyone out. First, he told everyone they had to be perfect, better than the Pharisees. Then, He claimed to be God. OH the elite religious went nuts!
Can God become man? That’s sorta like asking how many angels can dance on the end of a pin. Or, can He create a rock so big He can’t move it… The Torah says nothing is impossible for God. So then. He is the only perfect man, not a shell with God inside, but fully man, fully human. Gave himself, not ‘one for the team.’ Not (as the Pope says) just be good enough…(works), but Jesus (Yeshua) the Messiah gave us, covered us with His sacrificial Passover blood of the perfect lamb. Freeing us.
There is no other religion that frees us from our wrongs (sin) with the one time sacrifice for us on the Cross. Every other religion relies on works. Work hard enough to be good to make it.
Here’s an analogy. The best swimmer in all of the world stands on the beach with you and a 99 pound weakling. Your goal? Hawaii. Everyone jumps in. Yet, will anyone make it? NO. You and your swimming buddies will have to dodge the sharks, the cold, the lack of food. The desire to get to Hawaii desperately, hoping, not sure. Eventually realizing they need a ship to save them. Take them to Hawaii.
That is all of us. We all fall short of the glory of God. What does that mean? We don’t got no chance, because we don’t have a clue, nor the capability.
A lot of folks say it’s crazy. How can a Trinity exist? Oh, really this is so simple a child can understand. From my point of view.
Pretend for a moment you have never read the Bible. Not even Genesis. But in the first book of the Bible, Genesis, He said… let us make man in our image (man is also woman…). OUR. Let’s go on.
Angels cannot be God(s). There is only ONE God, not many. So, if One God is US, what does that mean? First, let me start here. I ask you, you want an egg? You say, sure… I say, which part? The yolk? The white? The shell?
So what’s with the egg? The yolk is ‘like’ the Father. The white is ‘like’ the Holy Spirit. The shell is ‘like’ Jesus, and the shell holds all of the egg together, the fullness of the egg when I show it to you. HMM. Because the Bible says Jesus was with God in the beginning, and then … lived among us, the fullness of God, His very image. As an aside, some believe Satan was his bro. Ah, no. A fallen angel. Became the devil.
Let’s move on. He said in Genesis, let us make man in our image. Take the egg concept. Our most inner soul or spirit was created to be an image of the Father. Our brain is our mind, in the image of the Holy Spirit. And our body is what you and I see … yet without all three, we aren’t there. That may not be perfect but it is the best I can do.
So … why do we need a Savior? Well, there’s that whole apple (persimmon tee hee?) debacle. Woman wasn’t standing there all alone. Mmm, mmm. Adam stood right next to her. They didn’t die… but they were booted from the garden and their spirit died, laid dormant, and that has passed onto us.
The Exodus of the Hebrew slaves from Egypt was a picture of the future. The blood of a perfect lamb on the doors of those who believed. They were saved. The death of Christ was on the day of Preparation for the Passover. Sunday, He was alive. Death and the law nailed to the Cross.
My final point. We don’t know anything about the date or time. We recognize only the signs. We don’t know if we will live through tomorrow. We don’t know if our friends or family know. Time is short because our years are limited. So.. if you don’t know, if you don’t believe, here’s the short version:
1. Admit you believe in yourself as a god (idolatry, which is a sin), that you have lied even once … or stolen … even a pen … have lusted … wanted someone, something not yours … have hated/murdered (war doesn’t count, different Hebrew word). Have not loved your neighbor as yourself (the Golden Rule). Have not respected your parents… !
2. Believe that only Yeshua the Messiah (Jesus Christ) is the only way to saving you from your sin.
3. Confess with your mouth (speak it out loud!) that Jesus (only) and believe in your heart (not lip service) that Jesus is Lord, and you will be saved. This is NOT by works. It is by FAITH – the belief in what we cannot see that He gives you through GRACE, so no one can boast.
Then, grab a Bible. Recognize that mercy is not getting what we deserve. Grace is getting what we do not deserve. This is your salvation.
Want some verses to prove that Israel is the land of the Jews, that in the Torah Jesus is there? Where in the NT Jesus is the only likeness of God Ask me. Get into a good church. Ask me. There are some that lose sight. Blind leading the blind. Get a Bible, not one specific to a religion. You can ask me that, too. Want to know where to start? Ask me that one, too!
I am praying for those in Texas who have lost family members and homes. Beyond that, I won’t politicize or make any offensive statements, because neither are deserved.
That being said, Texans are a tough bunch. Cowboys rustling cattle to higher ground through streets. CajunNavy from Texas and LA to the rescue in boats amidst bullets from looters. Everyone and their bass boat rescuing folks (saying to wives or husbands, see it WAS a good purchase! Search and Rescue!). Some putting up tents on their roof -‘we got this-‘
We’ve been through tough times, and the tough come to the rescue. New York and 9/11. Montana, Wyoming. Well, pretty much all the time. LA through every hurricane thrown at them. Oregon during each fire season or flood, mountain rescues and sea rescues. The Revolutionary War. The Civil War. WWII. Every war we’ve ever fought, with soldiers from all states. Not to mention the (good, non-corrupt, violent) cops, and the majority are good. Firefighters.
Citizens putting themselves out there to brave whatever elements to save children, adults, elderly, animals from distress or death.
I’ve missed much. I can’t hit every point, but am willing to hear from anyone who has a hero story (not divisive political, please).
People have come from every corner of the nation to help, and that is America, and many who sacrifice time, money and safety to help other nations is crisis.
Right now, our eyes are on Texas and Louisiana. We need also to look at the plight in Nepal, India, Bangladesh and Hong Kong.
In the meantime, I’m waiting for the floodwaters to cease and things open up. I need to try a Whataburger. At least once.
Got the edits done.
Sent back to agent.
Two days later … email from agent.
HEY, that cannot be good! I didn’t want to open it. I mean. Have you ever watched courtroom shows? Bad news comes quick.
I checked all my other email, first. I chewed a nail. Maybe five. Clicked on the email, then shut my eyes. Opened one. Then the other. Took a deep breath.
OH. He got the manuscript. In about a month + I will hear back.
WHEW and … oh, piffle. Another wait. It is what it is, and at least it wasn’t: “We hate this! Go away!”
August 19, 2017
I finished Grey Areas the Saga this evening. I have to say, some spectacular writing you won’t want to miss if you like thrillers, romance, comedy, drama. I had all four books (novellas) at once, so I wouldn’t have to stop. I was thrilled to read this work. Superglued to my chair.
If I wasn’t such an old lady, I think I would have finished all four in 2 days. As it was, it took me 3.
Four plots (mixed together) in one book, the characters really well fleshed out — if you are yelling at the characters, you know they are real. Their lives collide in a fast pace, with ‘holy crap’ moments every other page. While it’s complex, with a number of characters, because of their originality, it is not difficult to remember who is whom. Dialogue as natural and unique as havving coffee with your friends .
Funny, how things go from bad to worse to reaaaaallly bad when the main character runs from the law. From cartels to a deranged wrestler, and a please throw that 80 yr old off the bus …
A very engaging book. If you look at one, just purchase all 4 (right now they are $4.99 on Amazon kindle) because it’s well worth it. 4 novellas work out page-wise to 2 novels.
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Last night, I finished the BIG EDIT on How to Steal a Romance. I was too tired to get onto FB, WordPress, etc. to sing that hallelujah until today.
The intense past two weeks did me in. Whew. I took a day/evening off and hope to gather my wits about me, and in another day or so, will go back…and…listen…again. Via an eReader. It speaks each word
so if you have have an extra word here or there awkward sentence here… or accidentally insert a horizontal line that you thought was a strikeout line that sometimes our eyes don’t see–it picks up on it, and boom, you can hit pause and fix the MS. Even better, ’cause it’s free.
I spent about 20 minutes writing my most used phrases and words this morning (yes, again). Actions and emotions. Dialogue-y type stuff. Things that should individually belong to individual character. While the agent didn’t call specifically for these things, as a reader (and my Inner Edit Zombie), my eyes cast a shadow over them, scarier than Dark Shadows (that … might age me … if you know what that is without having to look it up, you’re in the same group!).
What is a writer’s life without the agony of editing? The rejections? The tunic rent asunder, ashes thrown into the air, with weeping and gnashing of teeth?
Okay, so that last part is 1. too Biblical and out of context … and 2. way over the top. For most of us.
Despite my ‘thank you, Lord’, for the small mercies of getting things done, I am still beat. Don’t think I could pick up a book or write a limerick today. Feel like a Borg. Plug me into the wall and let me stand there until I can fit into that waist-crushing outfit Seven of Nine had to wear (like that would ever happen).
<looks around, fanning self>
Anyone have a nice place in Nova Scotia I could stay at? It’s too hot here, so my tropical island dream right now has a latitude of Vermont or higher.
And surely there is a holiday or birthday somewhere in the world tomorrow, so Happy August Ninth *insert name of holiday* and have a great rest of the week.
I’m a bit of a curmudgeon when it comes to editing.
<Laughs in near hysteria>
Okay, whatever, you inner thought fool.
I ditched (for the most part) editing for the past two days, since I had to fill a gap into Forget Me Not: Non Compos Mentis. It wasn’t the ‘necessary or the world will fall apart if you don’t’ rewrite’, but since it’s a romance, it ya, kinda did.
Without the rewrite, there would be no decent clash between guy and gal. The male love interest would have no reason to act less decisively, since he’s a decisive kind of guy. Main character would have no ‘who IS this person and why did he…?’ Sure, she has her own issues to battle, but no looming worries over the love interest.
The tension of attraction wouldn’t be strong, because readers liked tension. And I just wasn’t feelin’ the tension.
Hey, we may not like to fight with our spouses in real life, but let the sparks fly in fiction, and –for me, the read is more satisfying.
If you fight with your spouse in anger, I highly recommend praying for each other and seeking counsel. Now. But, not in fiction–they misunderstand each other, argue, feelings get hurt, you know–guy gets girl, guy looses girl, guy gets girl back. Or in this case, girl hires guy (for real work, git your mind outta the gutter!), guy accepts job, girl… okay, that’s enough of that.
I’m a gimme-a-message kinda gal, too. Show me the worst side of the characters, how they overcome the obstacle: a fear, misunderstanding–or a real physical obstacle, and I might just realize how to face my own personal writing-demons-from-the-abyss. Or just the regular Hades abiding creepazoids, trying to fill me with fear and self-doubt.
Please, writer, don’t make your main characters perfect. *Yawn.* What are they physically, emotionally, spiritually struggling with? Is it a struggle I can relate to or empathize with? Think *Wounded Warriors,* men and women who see the worst in death, the heroic in saving the innocent, lose limbs … and the mind-torture of things you can’t un-see.
Well. Dang it. Just thought, I need to fiddle more with my antagonist.
FINE. ‘Time for some thrilling heroics.’ (Image: Firefly)
<slouches, reaching for another cup of Joe>
Going to the manuscript. Again.
<laughter emits from inner thoughts>
Shut up. Twit.
Sunday! Day of rest. Uh. Okay. I already know Who is my Sabbath Rest, every day.
Well … I arose too late to make it to church (this seems to be a routine problem…) but there is a plethora of reading that, every time I read through, shows me something New. Must always be discerning and test, compare with Hebrew and Greek and seek the wisdom from well-trusted pastors.
I don’t want to be an illiterate Christian in any chapter, Old and New Covenant. I mean, everyone in the NT spoke and taught only from the OT. Jesus never baptized anyone. He didn’t write a Gospel. He taught. He healed. He forgave everyone and those who would believe were sons and daughters of God. So yes, I am a bit preachy today. Did you know there is no category for Christian(s)?
To say this may seem weird, but who was the most anti-religion in Christ’s time? He was, and the reason? Religion was a perversion of works. Pretension. The elite who looked down on the lost. The arrogant. Everything the Church, collective, is today. He looks into our hearts. The lost (everyone) needs Him, but not everyone believes they do. How many rich rich rich people ‘need’ the Savior? They have everything they want. Good works won’t do it. Au contraire. It’s the recognition of falling short (all that we do against God), realizing His words in the OT, all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. Then, asking for the forgiveness only He can give and turning away. Then accepting it, and realizing that God is alive, and He wants a relationship with you (me, and everyone).
I suspect this will turn a lot of folks off (no, I know it will…). But there it is.
Today then, I am happy to say I have reached another edit of Forget Me Not, and my word count is up…I may have to cut and slash, but for now, am filling in the work with the timeline. Have asked my hubby to find my corkboard (which was conveniently moved into a secret place only he knows of…) so I can print my novel timeline and the crime timeline. Not my food/weight/health chart.
After I finish my social media flyby, I will put on my headphones, listen to music, and fiddle with the next chapter. Hopefully hubby will bring me that corkboard.
Ya, it’s old-fashioned. But I like it, so there. 🙂
Have a great Sunday, rest if you wish, dream about the characters (don’t forget paper and pen), stroll about, and watch human behavior.
If you are curious, visit my website (under my pen name – Claire O’Sullivan) http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan I tend to write on every subject that hits my fancy.
Twitter: @authorclaire1 – and I follow back.
Not long ago, I learned about deep point of view. The three types that writers use to get into the characters heads. Love it. Creates a depth to characters whom readers can relate to and love. Too much can be … too much. It’s all about balance.
Deep POV is a great way to build an audience. I tire and forget novelists who write characters without this. Deep POV grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go.
I rewrote an entire manuscript to take me out of the work. Put each sight/sound/emotion into characters internal thought, action, or dialogue. Some telling is important, yes. But author intrusion or shallow writing is forgettable reading.
One critiquer demanded I rewrite the end or she’d go all ‘Misery’ on me. I didn’t give her my address. She realized it was a HEA for now, and forgave me. My editor told me I had to rewrite. She cried. Three times, in the same chapter. Her last statement was, ‘I don’t know if I edited anything, I cried so much. I will be thinking of Calhoun and Cade for a long time.’ YES!
The terror, the anger, the angst, and loss. I want my writing to sing and my readers to be there … to laugh, feel anger, cry. When my critiquers argue inline with my characters, I know I’ve done my job. Grab those readers. This is what makes an author memorable because there is a takeaway message.
If you don’t know about deep point of view (aka deep POV), find it. Steve Laube Agency today wrote on this. Scribophile has a great section and group dedicated to deep point of view.
Deep point of view takes us into the thoughts, actions, and emotion of the character. He/she has to overcome a personal obstacle to address the inciting factor pulling said character into resolving the obstacle. It is always about the character. If characters have no physical, emotional flaws, then they are shallow, forgettable, and off I go to the next book, hoping to relate to the character. You find deep POV in their actions, thoughts, expressions, dialogue, environments. Don’t narrate, please.
I might add … Scribophile has resources on filtering, show/tell, different point of view, style and honest critiques.
One of the most cherished holidays of the season. When I was young, I often missed Mother’s Day, Father’s Day.
I didn’t appreciate the importance of thanking my parents for all the love they’d given me, for every decision I made. For the material/immaterial things that kids sometimes don’t get.
Now, they’re gone. Passed a long time ago, but now … I wish I could tell them how much I appreciate them.
Anyone else feel like a heel?
I don’t know how it happened, ’cause I hadn’t put any weight on these holidays, but my son, once he was old enough to understand and every year since, has given me a card, chocolate, or taken me to brunch. Today, he and his girlfriend treated my husband to brunch and I got to tag along.
If I had a time machine …
Thank you Mom and Dad for all your love. And today, Dad, I wish I could smell that really stinky cigar, just one more time.
Today, I am not writing about writing. This is reading and doing.
This. Is. Personal.
I have battled ups and downs with weight control for YEARS. I have yet to reach my goal–however, I am much closer to the goal than where I was at. Am I going to tell you? Heck, no. Geez.
(Am I pushing this? Yes. http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan/book-inner-page )
You see, I love food. Seems to be, I love food that is not particularly healthy. Like… pizza. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, gravy. Hamburgers, hot dogs. PIE. Sticky buns. Italian food. Name something. Except lutefisk.
Over the years (and I mean many years) I have been on every single diet ever touted on the face of the earth. Name one. Been there. From vegetarian to the Zone (and weirder diets), like the grapefruit and steak diet …
The Zone demanded tuna for lunch every day. It might have well been an entire fish for all I was concerned, I hate tuna. I managed the Zone one … day.
I would stand in the cookbook aisle of healthy foods, well. Not so healthy. I lived vicariously through pictures. It didn’t help me lose weight by the way.
After so may failed attempts I WROTE A COOKBOOK. With…good…food.
Pizza. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes. Apple pie. Sticky buns. HEALTHY! Tastes great. Easy to make. From BBQ to crockpot, and everything in between. Mexican food, easy comfort foods. Pumpkin pie. Lasagna. LASAGNA!
Best of all–every recipe can be tailored to your diet needs. Gluten free? Swap the wheat noodles out for your favorite alternates. Need soy or rice milk? Go for it!
A lot of folks did great with simple changes. Other diets, lifestyles — many too austere, can cause a person to … fall away, like I did. Within days. I’ve spent scads of money on diet books, only to hate the food, eat something bland, disgusting or just plain stupid.
Once I figured a few simple changes, my weight went down. My cholesterol stunned my doctor. My joint pain eased. I had obstructive sleep apnea. It’s gone. I had acid reflux. THAT’s gone. So, hence the book. ( http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan/book-inner-page )
Don’t get me wrong. Every now and again, I fall into a temptation. But it’s not like falling off the wagon. It’s more of a stumble. If you hit the ground, you get up, brush off the dirt and continue on.
I hope you (diabetic, hypertensive, high cholesterol, weight control, heart disease folks) who have been told to be vegans and can barely choke it down (no knock on vegans, they do pretty well, those who like it), find refuge and health in my book. Go ahead. Shock your doctor/practitioner. Tell him/her what you have done. Good PR for me 🙂
I address food. Not so much exercise. I’ll do that here. I used to be a cross country runner. Then I took up karate. After a disastrous knee accident, it’s has never been right, so I started walking. Then more problems arose. Head to toe type. I started boxing (yes, in the comfort and safety of my own home). Best exercise ever. Until the arthritis took over my wrists and hands. I am still looking for the perfect exercise. Swimming, no. Water walking – sorry, I won’t do it. Sure, I’m gray. But I ain’t water walking.
Lifestyle changes come easy when you change one thing at a time. Don’t swap out all of your foods, you may find yourself in the welfare aisle. Changes should be reasonable. Cooking should be short and savory. Food should be like my fettuccine –to die for. Desserts must tickle your tongue. Enjoy your food! Do not go hungry or stand in the cookbook section vicariously living through pictures …
This is a lifestyle I can live with. Visit my web page and click on Fabulous Foods Enjoying Healthy Comfort Foods. It will take you directly to the Amazon page. You can find it on Kindle also.
Why am I pushing it then? Because I have met with authors who have since passed away, succumbing to a lifestyle disorder. Because I know authors who are limping along trying and falling for months. I know scads of people who want good food, including family.
It. Is. Personal.
I continue on, battling the same as you. I don’t wish to be in the ICU or cardiac care unit, thank you.
http://cmahoneyfnp.wixsite.com/claireosullivan and click on the book’s picture and hit ‘buy.’
This is not a money-maker for me, royalties are in the dirt. I used to buy boxes of books -print on demand- and had a captive audience, but lives were changed. To me, that makes it worth it.
It’s under the name (real) that I work under, so don’t be terribly confused 🙂
5 to >100 pounds IT IS DOABLE.
I. Hate. Editing. Worse, I hate editing too soon.
It means, ugh … slicing. Dicing. Adding and subtracting words, sections, scenes. And it means — commas, colons, semi-colons. That’s the easy part.
How long should a sentence be? Gasp! Should I use be at the end of the sentence? Should I use an ! point? The dangling modifier. An awkward sentence. Overused words.
If you are new to writing and you spend more time at conferences, reading the Chicago Manual of Style (that changes every year, by the way), and edit each sentence on your first draft–you may be an Edit Zombie.
You may have realized by now writing is not your endgame. It’s (I’m so sorry to say this) your beginning. What is your genre? Do you brand yourself (NO, not like cattle), do you have a platform?
Kristen Lamb has a terrific blog: http://authorkristenlamb.com/ She has classes. Words of wisdom. Don’t forget to follow her!
Back to editing. What a hairy ordeal, and the new writer (without an English or Journalism major) can run into some serious trouble. How do you publish? Through an agent, a traditional publishing house? Vanity (I recommend staying away from them, just ’cause)? Self-publish? Each want you to 1. edit and 2. market. Writing is hard. Editing sucks. And marketing is heinous, but not necessarily the job of your agent/publishing house, and for self-publishing–you are it. Hope and pray you have enough money for a professional editor.
Take heart and keep an eye out. I am writing a down-and-dirty book. The how-to, the lists you need. The TIPS to walk with your head held high, knowing you are no longer the zombie that sucks your soul dry (wait ’til the end of the fun process… )
From Gina Holder’s blog: