Saturday, November 26, 2005


I already posted this once but it appears lost in cyber space and I just now noticed it wasn't here. So here it is again.


RULES: Write a 500 word scene using at least 5 of the following words.

Business owner
Phone Number

Entry deadline is Dec 20th and winner will be notified by Dec. 25th.

I do not post or publish these stories anywhere, and author retains all rights to it.

Winner will receive their choice of one new fiction release out of several choices offered.

Last month's winner was Sherry P. with her entry In the Garden.

Good luck and get to writing!


Sunday, November 13, 2005


Since I haven't done one of these in awhile, here's one.

My hubby and I try to have a date night once a week. We usually talk over dinner and then catch a movie.

Movie theatres are.....well....dark.

And I'm......well....blind with my glasses on, certifiably so without them.

After dinner we get to the theatre. We stand in line for tickets. So far all is good and well. No catastrophies as of yet.

We buy tickets and walk inside the lobby at which time I veer left to the restroom, and he veers to the theatre showing the previews of the movie we purchased tickets for.

Problem is, I neither remembered the name of the movie, or which theatre he went in. Okay, there are about eight to choose from. So I start out, blind as a cave bat, sneaking into each room, tiptoeing (although I have no idea why) down dark aisles looking for my husband. Okay, the man is pretty easy to spot. I just look for the guy with shoulder length hair who looks like a mop when you hold him upside down. Thin fellow, thick, shoulder length hair. You can see what I mean if you check back in the RWA picture archives.

Anyway, I checked EVERY theatre and he wasn't there. So now my suspense writer's mind is roiling around ideas of The Case of the Missing Husband. Logic tells me he probably went to use the restroom. So my writer's mind told me to stake all the men's restroom entrances out. I did. For quite awhile. You know, in case he's already downloading the chili he ate at the restaraunt thirty minutes prior to accompanying me to the crime scene.

Okay so I have no evidence of a crime other than figuring out how I'm going to file a missing person's report when the missing person has the only car keys that will get me to the police station after the movie is over. Or I could turn myself in for entertaining thoughts of husband torture and homicidal ideations in case he snuck off with someone of my gender who didn't happen to be me. Then I have a Eureka moment. He's a business owner. He probably got paged via voicemail from one of his guys out working evening shift. So I go back and ask the ticket lady if she remembers what movie we paid for. After casting me a look that would have been funny had I not had an MIA husband. I go to the movie she said, and of course that movie has two theatres. Luckily she remembered which theatre she'd directed us to. I go there thinking he'd show up. Eventually.

The beginning of the movie starts and I'm getting a little worried. I pivot in my seat to find the path of least resistance, meaning which door was closest, since I was obviously going to have to call the police. I stand up and look across the theatre, and what do I find.

Blush. Cringe.

I don't know how many times I walked past him. Yes Mophead sat there laughing at me each and every time I inched back in the theatre looking more panicked each time. No he did not get up and come sit by me when he saw me sitting perilously and anxiously alone. He was too busy laughing his Mophead off, quite entertained to see just how long it would take me to figure out he was right across the aisle.

Our first date was a blind date. Snicker. No, really. He didn't tell me where we were going. He'd made me an eye appointment and told me I wasn't leaving without a pair of glasses.

I think we're about due for another one of those blind dates. Sigh. Getting old sucks pond water as my good SAYSF friend would say.




So I escaped the delete button, fearlessly fought the comma police, jumped over my keyboard with a single bound just to come back from the braindead state I was in and rant.

I'll make this writing related. Somehow.

Do you peel your curtains aside, look out your window and think that's all there is of the world?

Of course you don't. You know there's more to it than what you can see through that four by four piece of square glass. Or whatever size windows grace your home.

Do you see a tree from your window? A child playing across the street? A car driving by? Birds lining the power line in the top right corner? Acorns in the yard? (yum!)

What objects do you see?

Do you believe what you see is the complete, unbiased, undiluted, undistorted, whole and complete truth?

Okay, so that's a loaded question.

I'm tired and probably not coming across very coherent since it is the buttcrack of dawn here. My point? Just because you only see one tree and three acorns doesn't mean those are the only trees or acorns in the world. There are a million yards sorta like yours with houses with different views from their windows.

Think of the TV as a window. Think of the news as the small piece of the world that you can see.

I do not for the life of me understand why intelligent people believe everything they hear on the radio, or what they see on the TV news, or read online or in newspapers.

Here's the deal. I don't think there's such a thing as unbiased reporting. Even in polls. Most of those are biased. If you ask eight Democrats can't stand Fox news, and I'm venturing to guess most Republicans don't care for CNN. For the most part.

Just because something's in print doesn't mean it's completely true. Take for example reports of Bush's declining popularity. Okay, do the poll putter onners think the American people are just dense or what? Unless every single person in the United States took part in that poll, IT IS NOT ACCURATE. Did you participate in it? I didn't. No one asked me. How many people did they ask? Study polls to find out. Educate yourself as to how this poll reporting thing works. Someone could easily skew poll results then report it as the dog's honest tooth. For example: if you ask 100 Democrats their opinion of Bush, the results are probably not going to be in Bush's favor like it would tend to be if you asked 100 Republicans their opinion of Bush. See what I mean? I have no political agenda with this post other than getting a pent up rant out of my system regarding liberal media who continue to slam their leader, which borders on treason by the way.

We're in a war. We should support our troops instead of usurping our leader's authority in the eyes of the troops who are over there fighting so we can write, and speak, and report what we want. Freedom has a price. Please don't vomit words on those families of soldiers who paid the ultimate sacrifice for you and for me. President Bush is not the enemy. Terrorism, and the evil who controls it is.

Okay, so it was a little political and a little biased. I'm done now. Hopefully it's out of my system until next Veteran's Day.

Pray, really Pray for our troops, not just read the bumper stickers and smile when you drive by.

Since I promised to make this writing-related, I urge you to write a one page article of news gibberish. Go ahead. Make something up and send it to your friends by email. Don't make it so outrageous that they won't believe you. Just say something that could possibly happen but really hasn't. It doesn't have to be something bad. Tell them you won a CD player off the radio or something and I'll bet they'll ask you, "What station?" or "What kinda CD player?"

Okay, stirring up your creativity, and a little bit of political dust while I'm at it. Since the focus of this site is mostly on my writing life, you probably won't have to hear this from me again, unless of course I starte a seperate blog for my political rants and you happen to trip over it. LOL! I don't hate the media as in the people. I just hate selfish ambition that defames the sacrifice and the valor and the courage and the faith that built this country. That's all. In fact, I'm a journalism student as we speak. How do you like them apples?

Squirrel---tired and feathered. Going to sleep since I WAS actually up ALL night editing manuscripts. Can you imagine what my word count would have been had I typed this much on my novel? LOL! Oy! My dear husband is taking care of the house stuff for me today. Sigh. Good man. Good night world. Watch your windows.


I. Am. Drowing. In. Edits.





See the bubbles?


Bile blee blight black blunst bly blain blurks ablin.
(Ya hafta say it aloud to get the full effect people. Take two. :-)




Friday, November 11, 2005



By my standards anyway. My husband and I cut rated R movies out of our diet years ago, but we made an exception since I write military romance.

After the flick was over, we (and most of the audience) sat there going, "What. Was. The. Point?"

Obviously this was an anti-war movie. It had absolutely nothing to do with honor or victory or the incredible sacrifice and stellar performance of our military during Desert Storm and Desert Shield. It had everything to do with a producer's personal agenda in my opinion.

This disgusts me since I personally know soldiers who served. One was a male nurse named Mark. I saw what it took for him to leave his civilian career, and his family. I saw the health problems he dealt with upon returning.

And you know what? I think he'd do it again in a heartbeat for freedom.

If you want to waste eight bucks on a really sucky movie....don't bother. It's not worth spending 8 cents on. I can sum up the plot right here and save you some money and aggravation:

Two soldiers come home pouting because they didn't:
1. Get to know anyone during the war. (*Know* in the Biblical sense)
2. Didn't get to kill anyone.

Okay to be fair and unbiased in my reporting, there was one itty bitty five second part in the movie that was touching and I hate to tell you but it was when they held a fellow soldier down and actually branded him and he cried. I did like that part and felt it was poignant that the other guys accepted him despite the fact that they found out he was getting kicked out upon returning back because he'd been in trouble with the law before. It reminded me of the whole, "Love covers a multitude of sin," thing.

On a different note,

Here are some sites I recommend which I feel honor the men and women who serve:



THANK YOU for serving.

This is one of my favorite holidays.

My favorite soldier?

My dad who served in Vietnam.

I wish there was a way for the US to coordinate another reception for these men who undoubtedly felt another wave of the battle upon returning to what was meant to be home.

I wish we could go back and receive them with the honor and respect they deserved.




I feel like a celebrity has signed my humble little blog!

Donna Fleisher writes military fiction---my favorite!


I'm pleased to announce I won one of her books from Camy's contest.

Speaking of Camy, she did a wonderful series on time management for writers.

Check it out......

Then get back to work! LOL!


Wednesday, November 09, 2005


I have a good friend (waving to Camy) who probably has the keenest set of eyes for structural editing of anyone I know. She's got me interested in figuring out exactly what constitutes good story structure so that I can be sure my stories have it.

Until Camy and I began discussing some of this in detail, I honestly didn't have a clue what the definition of structure was. (Not a good thing since I'm heading into my 10th category or Novella length mss) So I've been reading up on a lot of James Scott Bell's articles. He has a book called Plot and Structure (ISBN: 158297294X) that I've been reading.

I noticed a strange thing. Without knowing what structure was, according to articles and this book, explaining what structure is, at least 7 of my mss have it. It's not perfect by any means, but it's there. The beginning, the middle, the end, and all the elements that should basically happen in each.

Now this freaked me out. How did this happen? The only explanation is that maybe it came from being an avid reader of authors who knew their craft.

If you'd like to know more about story structure, here are some helpful links.

Happy structuring!


Sunday, November 06, 2005


No, Steeple Hill did not call me yet to tell me they love my book and want to buy it. At the very least I'd be getting a revision request anyway. But some time this month or next, I should be getting word on the story my agent sent out. I'll let you know how it goes either way.

I'll bet you wonder if I'm going crazy in the mean time. Actually, I'm too busy to even worry about the possible rejections I'm facing. After I got my first rejection out of the way, I learned not to sit around staring at the phone. I also learned how paranoid the postmen get when you stalk them every day. Okay, so I'm exaggerating. We don't have a postman. Just a postmistress.

Besides, I don't stalk them every day. The Post Office is closed on Sunday. :-)

SO what does one do when they've sent a story off to an editor or agent?

I don't know what most people do, but here's what I do, which is also what I recommend you do:

PRAY alot.
Forget about the stuff you have out there and get to work on another WIP (Work In Progress)

Doing this serves several purposes in my opinion. It helps the wait not seem so long and agonizing. It gives you a back up in case your first (or whatever) story gets rejected. It helps you not bank your whole heart on the story you have on the editor's desk. Once you start the new story, you'll hopefully begin to fall in love with your new characters, focus your mind on your new plot to take your mind off the old one.


I'm writing for two and maybe three ezines.

ACFW's newsletter. I'm now a regular columnist. I do writing excercises monthly. I'm so ecited to have this opportunity to serve a wonderful group such as American Christian Fiction Writers.

A Greater Freedom -is a faith-based military media based website. I hope to be actively involved in this one because I believe 100% in what Sara Horn is doing with that. It's a great way to encourage our men and women who have served as well as who are serving in the military.

A Cup of Hope(Invigorating Inspiration) ezine

These are in addition to being a regular contributor to the Penned From the Heart Devotional book and Rubyzine for teen girls.

Here are the links.

I'm also still in a wonderful writing program called Christian Writer's Guild. Check this link out, too.

Check them out.

Oh, while your at it, check out my website, too. I'm getting rid of the music soon. I keep my computer muted so I didn't even realize my webmistress had even put tunes on there. LOL. I don't care for elevator music though and websites with music annoy me so the music is going bye-bye with my next update.

Have a great day!



Sorry I'm a little late with November's prompts, I had a ton of deadlines for Nov. 1. Plus my DSL server isn't recognizing my password. Sigh. I've been having to walke uphill both ways in the snow to get to a library to check and send my email. *snicker*

October's winners were:

Becky and Ann!!!


Write a scene of approximately 500 words following my prompt rules. Email your entry to

anavim4him @ gmail . com (no spaces) by November 20th. Winners will be announced by November 25th at which time I will give a list of prizes. (There are usually 4-10 books to choose from, either non-fiction classic writing-related books, Bestselling Christian devotional type books, or the newest releases of Christian Fiction.) All prize books are brand new.

Author of story retains all rights to story. I do not reproduce, print, or publish any portion of the entry anywhere. The purpose for this contest is to promote Christian Fiction and Non-fiction and to help aspiring writers learn the craft of writing, as well as to provide prompts to generate your creativity.

Happy writing!

Here's November's Prompt:

Write a 500 word scene using at least 5 of the following words.

Yard Ornament
Red Paint

This story can be funny, romantic, a mystery, action/adventure, chick lit....whatever you want it to be.


Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Pastor Electrocuted

This story broke my heart as he had three little children and a wife. I read one blog where someone commented that he was the exact age Jesus was when He died. So young. A friend of mine in one of my writing groups said something about filing this incident mentally in that file labeled, "The things we don't understand about God," (I'm paraphrasing). She went on to say that file is so full, she can't even get the drawer closed anymore. I dont pretend to understand why He allowed this to happen. I'm not going to defame the family by spouting my ignoramus human opinion when I don't have a clue about the mind of God and His wisdom. I believe His compassion is with that family, and I believe He will take care of that grief-stricken mother and those little children. I'm so thankful He draws not just near, but very near to the brokenhearted, to those crushed in spirit. My prayers go out to this family. May they have a strong sense of God's embrace as He carries them through this.