April 30, 2009 Mad Paper Work

This blog is so very new for me. The whole idea thrills me in every way. Imaging piles of stories in folders in a file cabinet, lots of essays on Mom's Folder and My Documents in my computer, a whole drawer of what I call "letters" that are things I have heard from the Lord. Then there are notes everywhere. When I go to a meeting, I take notes. When I read a book, even a novel, something hits me and I have to get a quote. I have a stuffed envelope just with quotes from books I've read, movies, and a few radio shows. It's a paper mad house. But I do go through them periodically. I'm very organized. I love the Don Aslett books on decluttering. I just finished one, Clutter's Last Stand, the second edition. It helped me to give away six bags of stuff I don't use. So now, with this blog, I have a place to share my writings. It's been my dream for so long. I wanted to be published, but then the dream turned to just wanting to be read. I have given my writings away to people at restaurants, at a garage sale and things like that, plus I did try earlier in my "career" to publish my stories and a novel. I have a folder with over fifty rejection notices. Some of the editors sent me nice comments. So I am ready to go. My first essay will be appearing here soon, as soon as I can figure out how to move things around. Really, before this, I've only used Word on the computer, and I did do some emails. So have patience and we'll get there together. Nancy

April 28, 2009

Recently I was blessed to babysit a little boy from seven months to ten months of age. It was lots of fun for me as I haven't watched a baby since my own were little. The best part was when I put him down for a nap. I sat in the big rocking chair, got the pillow adjusted just so under my arm, and pulled the blanket snug around him. Then I started to sing. My voice is the type that music teachers used to hover near to hear who was flat. But let me tell you this. I sang. I watched him during the first few songs to see if he was asleep and then I just held hin close and focused on the song. I was in the zone. Time stood still. There was nothing except the baby, me and the beautiful melodies that some wonderful person composed for me to sing. I finally looked at him and he was getting near the place where I could lift him gently to his crib. Now was the time to go all out. I got my voice low and husky, I sang a song I knew would put him over ( usually Red River Valley), and there he was asleep. I lingered over him a bit more, well maybe one more song there by the bed, and I left humming all the way down the stairs. So sweet. So precious. An absolote wonder. Nancy

April 27, 2009

"Boomers" comes first in my title because I want to share ideas with people who are Baby Boomers. I am one of the very earlly Boomers, if that gives you an idea of my age (as well as my trials with this and other new technology.) "Scribblers", the name of one of my children's novels, indicates my love of writing which I have enjoyed since those early lock and key diary days. "Saints" is a name for the early Christians. I love to talk about my faith. From these three areas we can spread out the creative writers' web. Till the next time, enjoy today. Nancy