Flash Fiction Contest

Hey y'all.  There is a Flash Fiction Contest at http://readersrealm1.wordpress.com/category/flash-fiction/ during the month of August.  I have entered a story, but cannot tell you which one it is...the contestents must remain anonymous until the end.  However, I invite you to go to the website and read the stories.  Vote on your favorite and at the end of the month, we'll see who wins. 

As I understand it, every Friday a few entries will be posted.  After August 20 a voting poll will be available and you can vote for your favorite story at that time.

What is Flash Fiction?  It is a really short story.  In this contest it was 600 words.  There is a theme and five specific words that must be used in the story.  This month's challenge was: You bring home a bit of fluff. Now what happens? You must include these words: runes, sparkle, lobster, hypethral (meaning partly or wholly open to the sky), and collectibles. Go to the web site and see what the details of the contest was for the month of August.  This is very challenging because the story must have a beginning, a middle and an end.  It's a great exercise for writing tight prose, and I enjoyed participating.

 So...I hope you will go to the Readers Realm every Friday throughout the month of August and vote on your favorite story. 

And leave a comment...lets visit! 

~Lynn

A Tiny Red and White Gingham Apron

When I was little, little I had a red and white gingham apron that either my grandmother made or else my Great-great Auntie made for me.  I wore it EVERY time I "helped" my grandmother in the kitchen.  I had my own baking tools and pans too.  A little rolling pin, and a pastry size pie pan.  I had to stand on a black and chrome stool in order to reach the top of the counter, but my head was still lower than my Grandmother's shoulders.  She was a short woman, 5'3" but to me she was tall.  I remember being mesmerized by the swinging of her chicken wing arm while she whipped batter by hand.  I remember laughing and goofing around while we stirred and mixed ingredients.  Mostly I remember how much I loved her and she loved me.  These memories are precious to me!!! 
How about you?  Do you have moments in your life that are precious you to?  Tell me about it.

Do you Feel Like You Can't?

Seriously, do you feel like you can't do what ever it is you want to do?  I want to write.  I have a three bedroom house with one bathroom and four adults living with me. That makes five adults, one bathroom. This picture is of my writing desk, which originally and still is my make-up table.  The papers along the top and sides and stacked next to the computer are all visual aids for the book I was writing at the time.  I sit at this desk and write...what I don't like about it is everytime I look up, I see me in the mirror.  Ugh!  Am I really that fat?  You know, the inner talk!  I try to ignore that critical person inside me!  But my point is...I don't have a quiet, exclusive location where I write.  I write at my kitchen table, at my make-up table, outside on our porch table, where ever...when ever I can.

So, please let me encourage you...if you feel you can't...YES YOU CAN.  Like the shoes: Just do it!  Get 'er done.  When you can, how you can, where you can.  And if you can't, pray about it.  Many, many times, God knows a way.  If we will seek his thoughts, He'll show us how.

What do you think? Come sit on the porch with me and let's visit.