Red Spit Gibberish

Today I thought it might be fun to take a little break, and play Gibberish, it is the last day of July so I find this soothing in a weird sort of way. The rules are easy. Minnie starts a story line written in Gibberish and those that want to play continue on the storyline from the last comment posted, in the same style. If you decide to play along there is a certificate at the end as well as membership to my elite group called the Controlled Patriots of Standard Word Abuse. (CPSWA) If you don't understand or have not played this before you can click on the following link to see more about how the game is played.

GIBBERISH a game for silly fun.

Red spit and swallowed the sidewalk looking for another color to bring to the party. Red was angry as usual and had nothing to wear so it...
 (Your Turn)

"Time to rattle those brains of yours. I did my part, lets see what you got!"

Completed story posted soon. How soon, depends on you guys. Have a wonderful day!

Sex and More Sex

Do you remember your first time? Of course you do. Everyone does. The fantasy, the anticipation, the racing heartbeat as you dive into unknown territory. Vivid memories are etched into my mind; images of my hands slightly trembling as I caress each side, the intoxicating smell as I opened that cover and looked inside for the first time. A stolen moment that made me fearful of being caught. I wrapped you in my arms anyways and took you into my room in secret.

Adult Read Blogfest
July 24/25was the "1st Adult Book Read" blogfest hosted by the Heroines with Hearts. All you had to do for this blogfest was share with us the first adult book you ever read and Post your entry to your blog July 24th/25th. Because of the devastating events in Norway I decided to withdraw. My mind and heart was just not in it. Today however, I feel like sharing.

From Nancy Drew to Angelique. At the age of twelve I found a collection of books in my mothers bedroom. I had read all the Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden detective books, and was ready to go from detective to criminal as I snatched one of these books and fled to my room. Who did I take with me for my first?

The adventures and sexual misadventures of a poor young beauty of France. A series of books written by

Anne Golon.

Angelique is forced to return from the convent to be married to a man she has never met, Comte Joffrey de Peyrac de Morens, Lord of Toulouse. He is a man with a fearsome reputation. He is scarred and lame, but richer than the king (allegedly) and reputed to be a wizard. Angelique is determined that she will not give herself to Joffrey and he is patient. What she did not know about her new husband is that he is devoted to the art of love, and has the voice of an angel. He is also devoted to his young wife and once he manages to convince Angelique of his love, the couple have a period of happiness. But this is the middle ages and with lots of intrigue and jealousy between the Church and the Royal Court, a man who apparently has the skills of witchcraft that enable him to cause many women to fall in love with him despite his physical infirmities as well as to be able to magically conjure gold out of rocks where there is no gold present is always going to be in danger. And so the adventures of Angelique kept me company as my own adventures into womanhood began.


If you want to share your first time, I would love to hear about it.

You Are The Voice

The human spirit never stops amazing me.

Are you proud of the country you live in? I miss the United States and a part of me will always call it home, but today I am proud to say that I am a Norwegian and Norway is my home.

Gearing Up to Get An Agent Blogfest- Final week

Blogfest first 200 words contest

This month I've been taking part in Deana Barnhart's Gearin' Up to Get an Agent blogfest. Week Four ends this fest  as participants post the first 200 words of their manuscript and invite feedback before submitting it.

Agent Kathleen Rushall of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency and YA author Monica Bustamante Wagner will be this week's judges.

So my friends, you may have read this before but I hope you'll take a moment to leave a comment, because I really do value your feedback. I did run over 200 words just a bit, but the thought had to be finished. Total words 223.

Working title: The Troll Inside

Sometimes you are standing there in the middle of a fairy tale and you don’t even know it. What’s real, what’s true can’t be taught. There is only one way to learn and that is by listening to your heart, and by learning to listen to the hearts around you.

When I was a little girl my father used to sit me on his lap and tell me fairy tales. He never read from a book, but I did not need pictures to make his stories more real. I didn’t know it then, but the world he told me tales about, was part of a world that I belonged to. You see I may look human, but I am part troll and this is my story.

My father had been sick a long time, but just as any child would, I refused to believe that anything could ever happen to him. He reminded me of  “Peter Pan,” a boy he always loved to tell stories about. My father Espen was a boy child, full of mischief and stories of adventures that he loved to share with me. Little did I know that the last time I would see him, he would point me in the direction of his greatest adventure of all, one that he had kept a secret from me my whole life.


So there it is, my first few words into a world of fantasy and adventure. Here is my teaser:

Shortly after her father dies Mathilda, better known as Mattie, finds out about a secret chest, a chest that is buried underneath an Ash tree in her garden. Once she discovers how to find and open this chest, her life is changed forever. Mattie discovers her fathers secrets which cast her into a world full of dangerous creatures, mighty warriors and perils beyond her belief. Her fathers fairy tales were to become not only her legacy, but a guide line to survival and a map to the world she was about to enter... 

 Go ahead, let me have it!

Joy and Sorrow

This week-end has been full of tragedy but life goes on. Even though terrible things happen, somewhere something wonderful is happening at the same time. It is important we remember that joy and sorrow walk the same path. Kahlil Gibran says it well:

---Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."But I say unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.--- 

So now it is time to take a deep breath and move on. Saturday the 23, July was a day of some joy for my son and his birth father as they met each-other for the first time.

 The Musician and the Biker, Denver Co.

Nervous, awkward, surreal? Yes, these are words that have been used describing their first meeting. Also; relaxing, humorous and exciting. Mixed emotions thrown together in a stew brought about a rather satisfying result. Two relative strangers that share the same blood and some of the same features also now can use words like Dad and Son. Once again proving that sorrow can turn to joy.


Saturday 23, July 2011 a baby was born. Someone elses son  came into this world on the wings of joy. This little boy I will be able to call my nephew. Saw-mans brother had his first child together with the love of his life. If it is on Facebook then it must be fair game so here is a picture of the little heart-breaker.

Little Baby Boy Nephew

So my friends, wherever you go when you meet sorrow know that joy is somewhere near. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support these past few days. They have meant the world to me and to the rest of this country. I would love to hear some of the joy you have recently encountered so let's share a smile!



Stories from the Travelers Journal

Norwegian Day of Mourning

Norway is a small and peaceful country. Today the country mourns.

"In the secret of my heart I am in perpetual quarrel with God that He should allow such things to go on. My non-violence seems almost impotent. But the answer comes at the end of the daily quarrel that neither God nor non-violence is impotent. Impotence is in men. I must try on without losing faith even though I may break in the attempt."-----  Mahatma Gandhi

Please join me in a prayer for all the loved ones lost and for the families who mourn them, myself included.

Thank you for all your kind words and wishes. I will be taking a few days off from blogging.

Norwegian Soil

---"I have a message to those who attacked us, a message from the whole of Norway. You won’t destroy us. You won't destroy our democracy. We are a small but proud nation. No one can bomb us to silence. No one can scare us from being Norway. When tomorrow comes, let’s show the world that the Norwegian democracy still stands strong. The most important thing tonight is to take care of each other."--- Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg 

Oslo after bomb went off

Utøya Island-youth summer camp

Yesterday while many of you were still in bed sleeping I watched a piece of Norway fall down. Today there are many families that sit and wait for news of missing loved ones and others that sit in shock and disbelief. News unfolded slowly and speculations were inevitable. Who could do such a thing and why little Norway?

Norway is a nation better known for its active diplomacy and peacekeeping missions than as a target for extremists. 

Initial reports focused on the possibility of Islamic militants, in particular Ansar al-Jihad al-Alami, or Helpers of the Global Jihad. There was ample reason for concern that terrorists might be responsible. In 2004 and again in 2008, the No. 2 leader of Al Qaeda, Ayman al-Zawahri, who took over after the death of Osama bin Laden, threatened Norway because of its support of the American-led NATO military operation in Afghanistan. Norway has over 500 soldiers and several medevac helicopters in northern Afghanistan. 

Well guess what? While there are still alot of unknown facts at this time, one man posted last Sunday, these words on Twitter: 

 

“One person with a belief is equal to the force of 100,000 who have only interests.” 

This 32 year old Norwegian political extremist confessed to bombing the government center, killing 7 people, before he headed over to an island summer camp for young members of the governing Labor Party and continued to kill over 80 people. This was the deadliest attack on Norwegian soil since World War 11, and it was a Norwegian man who did it. What kind of a message has he sent out to a confused nation and an astonished world? We are still waiting to hear, but one thing is perfectly clear. A terrorist can be found in anyones back yard and the color of his skin or religion has nothing to do with the weapons he bears.  



Yesterday I watched a piece of Norway fall down, but today I watch as it stands up again stronger then ever. Norway may have lost its innocence, but its heart is still strong.

 

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