Thursday, July 16, 2009
BLOGIVERSARY
Today is my one year blog anniversary. my first entry can be found here. I had hoped to be able to post my 100th entry by today but I have been unable to do much blogging lately do a change in my work schedule. I do hope that things will get back to normal soon. My sincere THANKS to all of you who have visited with me this past year.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
THE BOOK OF TOBIT
I love to retell an old story that still has meaning and relevance to our modern age. Many years age I wrote a screenplay based on "The Book of Tobit" one of the hidden (deuterocanonical) books found in the Catholic Bible.
The Book of Tobit tells the tale of a righteous man named Tobias who is blinded by chance -and the fateful journey that his son undertakes at father's request. Unbeknownst to the son, his traveling companion is an angel who was sent to help the youth with a demon that he must defeat.
I had thought about this story for ten years before I began to put it down on paper, from the first draft to the last was a year longer. When I was done writing I had a great story but no idea how to share my story with a greater audience.
I sent out query letters to every agent listed on the WGA and quickly received an offer of representation. Unfortunately the agent I contracted was later identified by the WGA as a fraud.
In my disappointment I have not pursued an agent for my writing since that time, below is an excerpt from my screenplay... someday I do hope that this story will get it's chance to be told.
THE BOOK OF TOBIT
EXT. THE WATERS EDGE -- NIGHT
A boat is silently moving in the night haze. We see GABAEL cowering in the shadows. As the boat approaches the shore he cautiously creeps out to the light. Gabael notices a figure running near the waters edge and falls back into the shadows. To his surprise and relief, it is TOBIAS. The two men meet and embrace briefly as the boat makes a landing.
The landing party consists of three men. TWO GOONS hang back while the third person approaches Tobias and Gabael. This is the CAPTAIN of the boat. He is bearded and beady-eyed; gruff in the manner of a smuggler and extortionist.
CAPTAIN:
Have you got the rest of the money?
GABAEL:
Yes, it is all here...five thousand dollars!
CAPTAIN:
It is not enough for the two of you.
GABAEL:
But is the sum we agreed to... it is all we have... it is everything we have.
CAPTAIN:
Things have changed; five thousand dollars only buys you ONE passage. I picked up a man earlier and I could not get him to leave his children behind. There is little room left in the boat.
A view of the boat shows a father huddling two children close in his arms. Although he looks terrified he is reassuringly running his hand through the children's hair. The captain develops a growing smirk.
CAPTAIN: (CONT'D)
But for an extra two thousand I am sure I can persuade him to leave one of the children behind. And for five thousand more we could all reach the Swedish Coast in comfort.
The Captain and his men stand with Tobias and Gabael near the water.
GABAEL:
We have no more money, our family's whole fortune has been taken from us, confiscated, stolen by the Nazi's and other men like you. Our contract was...
Gabael steps forward - but the goons now come menacingly into the scene irritated by his last statement. Suddenly, Tobias steps to the center.
TOBIAS:
Captain, please give us a moment to confer.
(addressing Gabael)
Come with me, there is no use in arguing here - come.
The captain waves off the goons and speaks with irritation as Tobias pulls Gabael out of the scene.
CAPTAIN:
Decide quickly how you will pay or we leave without you. We must keep to our schedule if we hope to make it through.
Tobias pulls Gabael far away from the Captain and his men and turns to face him. The boat is bobbing in the background between Tobias and Gabael. As they face each other their exhale in the chill night air inter-mingles and obscures the shadow-draped boat.
GABAEL:
(angrily)
We have no more money to spare for this man. The price of passage to America still must be purchased.
(in resignation)
Maybe we could earn another two thousand while in Sweden, but that may take us years.
Tobias looks out toward the children in the boat. A small boy is sleepily looking back at him.
TOBIAS:
(comforting)
Gabael, listen to what you are saying.
Are not the lives of these children as sacred as our own?
We are no better than the Nazi's if we can bargain away their existence.
You go; the price for one to travel is five thousand dollars... take all the money and go. Others may later demand double price for the trip to America. Take MY money... it will assure you of survival. Accept this gift and GO!
Tobias (unseen by the others) holds out his PURSE to Gabael. Gabael is in shock by Tobias' offer; he is shamed by his own selfish concerns; and he is humble in the discourse that follows.
GABAEL:
Tobias, I am sorry for my words and my weakness. I pledge to you that I will never again, think to harm another. I promise you, that half of all I ever own is yours. In America, I will labor with your gift always on my mind. May God preserve you until the day when we can meet again. Then you shall have all that I promise you. I make this promise perpetually, to you and, if God wills, your children. Only remember my name; Gabael Ben-Gabri and I will remember yours; Tobias Nahum. When these two names are spoken in turn, I will honor my pledge.
Gabael takes the money from Tobias' hand and they embrace. Suddenly something is happening over by the waters edge. The captain and his men are running to the boat. The sound of a truck is heard in the distance and the sweep of headlights is seen approaching. Tobias and Gabael race to the boat.
The Captain and his men are grabbing oars, and tossing them into the boat. There is great anxiety and expedience in their action. Tobias and Gabael rush to the side of the Captain.
CAPTAIN:
(quickly)
The night patrol is early. We must leave now. What have you decided to pay?
TOBIAS:
Five thousand dollars will buy us one passage, we will take one.
CAPTAIN:
Uh!?!
The captain is startled by this unexpected answer and chagrined at the loss of extra money. But with the night patrol closing in he has no more time to bargain. He motions for the passenger to get into the boat. Gabael quickly steps forward and climbs aboard.
CAPTAIN: (CONT'D)
Come on get in, get in.
Gabael standing in the boat turns and strikes his fist over his chest and again pledges his promise to Tobias.
GABAEL:
I promise you, that half of all I ever own is yours. To you and to your children. REMEMBER our names are TOGETHER!
The goons push the boat out into the water and then climb aboard and row into the night and out of the scene. Tobias is alone, the sound of the truck is now very near. Tobias turns to run from the scene. A series of AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE rings out and bullets erupt in the sand at his feet. A chorus of SOLDIER'S VOICES beginning to rise ahead of him.
SOLDIER'S VOICES:
Halt! Halt! Halt!
The Book of Tobit tells the tale of a righteous man named Tobias who is blinded by chance -and the fateful journey that his son undertakes at father's request. Unbeknownst to the son, his traveling companion is an angel who was sent to help the youth with a demon that he must defeat.
I had thought about this story for ten years before I began to put it down on paper, from the first draft to the last was a year longer. When I was done writing I had a great story but no idea how to share my story with a greater audience.
I sent out query letters to every agent listed on the WGA and quickly received an offer of representation. Unfortunately the agent I contracted was later identified by the WGA as a fraud.
In my disappointment I have not pursued an agent for my writing since that time, below is an excerpt from my screenplay... someday I do hope that this story will get it's chance to be told.
THE BOOK OF TOBIT
EXT. THE WATERS EDGE -- NIGHT
A boat is silently moving in the night haze. We see GABAEL cowering in the shadows. As the boat approaches the shore he cautiously creeps out to the light. Gabael notices a figure running near the waters edge and falls back into the shadows. To his surprise and relief, it is TOBIAS. The two men meet and embrace briefly as the boat makes a landing.
The landing party consists of three men. TWO GOONS hang back while the third person approaches Tobias and Gabael. This is the CAPTAIN of the boat. He is bearded and beady-eyed; gruff in the manner of a smuggler and extortionist.
CAPTAIN:
Have you got the rest of the money?
GABAEL:
Yes, it is all here...five thousand dollars!
CAPTAIN:
It is not enough for the two of you.
GABAEL:
But is the sum we agreed to... it is all we have... it is everything we have.
CAPTAIN:
Things have changed; five thousand dollars only buys you ONE passage. I picked up a man earlier and I could not get him to leave his children behind. There is little room left in the boat.
A view of the boat shows a father huddling two children close in his arms. Although he looks terrified he is reassuringly running his hand through the children's hair. The captain develops a growing smirk.
CAPTAIN: (CONT'D)
But for an extra two thousand I am sure I can persuade him to leave one of the children behind. And for five thousand more we could all reach the Swedish Coast in comfort.
The Captain and his men stand with Tobias and Gabael near the water.
GABAEL:
We have no more money, our family's whole fortune has been taken from us, confiscated, stolen by the Nazi's and other men like you. Our contract was...
Gabael steps forward - but the goons now come menacingly into the scene irritated by his last statement. Suddenly, Tobias steps to the center.
TOBIAS:
Captain, please give us a moment to confer.
(addressing Gabael)
Come with me, there is no use in arguing here - come.
The captain waves off the goons and speaks with irritation as Tobias pulls Gabael out of the scene.
CAPTAIN:
Decide quickly how you will pay or we leave without you. We must keep to our schedule if we hope to make it through.
Tobias pulls Gabael far away from the Captain and his men and turns to face him. The boat is bobbing in the background between Tobias and Gabael. As they face each other their exhale in the chill night air inter-mingles and obscures the shadow-draped boat.
GABAEL:
(angrily)
We have no more money to spare for this man. The price of passage to America still must be purchased.
(in resignation)
Maybe we could earn another two thousand while in Sweden, but that may take us years.
Tobias looks out toward the children in the boat. A small boy is sleepily looking back at him.
TOBIAS:
(comforting)
Gabael, listen to what you are saying.
Are not the lives of these children as sacred as our own?
We are no better than the Nazi's if we can bargain away their existence.
You go; the price for one to travel is five thousand dollars... take all the money and go. Others may later demand double price for the trip to America. Take MY money... it will assure you of survival. Accept this gift and GO!
Tobias (unseen by the others) holds out his PURSE to Gabael. Gabael is in shock by Tobias' offer; he is shamed by his own selfish concerns; and he is humble in the discourse that follows.
GABAEL:
Tobias, I am sorry for my words and my weakness. I pledge to you that I will never again, think to harm another. I promise you, that half of all I ever own is yours. In America, I will labor with your gift always on my mind. May God preserve you until the day when we can meet again. Then you shall have all that I promise you. I make this promise perpetually, to you and, if God wills, your children. Only remember my name; Gabael Ben-Gabri and I will remember yours; Tobias Nahum. When these two names are spoken in turn, I will honor my pledge.
Gabael takes the money from Tobias' hand and they embrace. Suddenly something is happening over by the waters edge. The captain and his men are running to the boat. The sound of a truck is heard in the distance and the sweep of headlights is seen approaching. Tobias and Gabael race to the boat.
The Captain and his men are grabbing oars, and tossing them into the boat. There is great anxiety and expedience in their action. Tobias and Gabael rush to the side of the Captain.
CAPTAIN:
(quickly)
The night patrol is early. We must leave now. What have you decided to pay?
TOBIAS:
Five thousand dollars will buy us one passage, we will take one.
CAPTAIN:
Uh!?!
The captain is startled by this unexpected answer and chagrined at the loss of extra money. But with the night patrol closing in he has no more time to bargain. He motions for the passenger to get into the boat. Gabael quickly steps forward and climbs aboard.
CAPTAIN: (CONT'D)
Come on get in, get in.
Gabael standing in the boat turns and strikes his fist over his chest and again pledges his promise to Tobias.
GABAEL:
I promise you, that half of all I ever own is yours. To you and to your children. REMEMBER our names are TOGETHER!
The goons push the boat out into the water and then climb aboard and row into the night and out of the scene. Tobias is alone, the sound of the truck is now very near. Tobias turns to run from the scene. A series of AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE rings out and bullets erupt in the sand at his feet. A chorus of SOLDIER'S VOICES beginning to rise ahead of him.
SOLDIER'S VOICES:
Halt! Halt! Halt!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
KREATIV AWARD KINDNESS
JB (she of the Black Thoughts) over at "It's Gonna Take More Than A Hamburger To Make Me Happy!" passed along this Kreativ Blogger Award to me.
As a recipient I must nominate 7 bloggers for this award and then list 7 things that I love.
My list of 7 nominees for this Kreativ Blogger Award are as follows:
1) Lyn @ Two Ghost
2) Shadow @ 1 Door Away From Heaven Part II
3) Almighty Heidi @ Aliens Have Invaded My Brain
4) Amelia @ Amelia's Passage
5) Cherie @ Butterfly Dreamer
6) Willow @ Life at Willow Manor
7) And The Blogging Trinity of Davin Malasarn, Scott G.F. Bailey, and Michelle Davidson over at The Literary Lab
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The list of 7 things I love is a lot more difficult because I really do love A LOT of things...
1) My wife is always first in my book, she is beautiful, intelligent, incredible, witty, and amazing.
2) My 4 boys (currently ages 20, 17, 14, and 7) are all handsome, talented, intelligent, and unique; each here by the grace of God and the one woman above.
3) I suppose that this entry should be number 1 but I really do love my Church. Now as a Roman Catholic I must admit that the (human) Church has failed in many ways. The abuse by some of the Clergy has shamed and scandalized the world and is a great sign of moral failure. But I still see and believe that the Church (divine) has been the Greatest blessing to this world and the proclamation of Christ continues to be the greatest message of truth that the world will ever know. I am a sinner, I fail constantly, but I believe that Jesus truly did die for ALL of OUR sins and failings.
4) Telling a great story... and I am not NOW speaking of my own writing. I have retold the tale of Les Miserables three times from memory to people I have worked with, and each retelling was detailed taking a couple of weeks to complete.
5) My own writing - yes, I really do love my own writing too... but for me it takes so long to finish a story that I sometimes do feel like giving up.
6) Reading to children... I LOVED reading to the first graders in my 7 year old son's class. I read a new book nearly every week throughout the last school year and I will even admit that I cried during my final reading: "Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel" by Virgina Lee Burton. You can hear me read Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs & Ham" by clicking here.
7) Blog Comments... yes shameless self promotion but I actually love the conversation that blog comments provide. I have even met with a couple my blogging friends and I can say honestly I LOVED those meetings immensely.
As a recipient I must nominate 7 bloggers for this award and then list 7 things that I love.
My list of 7 nominees for this Kreativ Blogger Award are as follows:
1) Lyn @ Two Ghost
2) Shadow @ 1 Door Away From Heaven Part II
3) Almighty Heidi @ Aliens Have Invaded My Brain
4) Amelia @ Amelia's Passage
5) Cherie @ Butterfly Dreamer
6) Willow @ Life at Willow Manor
7) And The Blogging Trinity of Davin Malasarn, Scott G.F. Bailey, and Michelle Davidson over at The Literary Lab
***************************************************************************
The list of 7 things I love is a lot more difficult because I really do love A LOT of things...
1) My wife is always first in my book, she is beautiful, intelligent, incredible, witty, and amazing.
2) My 4 boys (currently ages 20, 17, 14, and 7) are all handsome, talented, intelligent, and unique; each here by the grace of God and the one woman above.
3) I suppose that this entry should be number 1 but I really do love my Church. Now as a Roman Catholic I must admit that the (human) Church has failed in many ways. The abuse by some of the Clergy has shamed and scandalized the world and is a great sign of moral failure. But I still see and believe that the Church (divine) has been the Greatest blessing to this world and the proclamation of Christ continues to be the greatest message of truth that the world will ever know. I am a sinner, I fail constantly, but I believe that Jesus truly did die for ALL of OUR sins and failings.
4) Telling a great story... and I am not NOW speaking of my own writing. I have retold the tale of Les Miserables three times from memory to people I have worked with, and each retelling was detailed taking a couple of weeks to complete.
5) My own writing - yes, I really do love my own writing too... but for me it takes so long to finish a story that I sometimes do feel like giving up.
6) Reading to children... I LOVED reading to the first graders in my 7 year old son's class. I read a new book nearly every week throughout the last school year and I will even admit that I cried during my final reading: "Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel" by Virgina Lee Burton. You can hear me read Dr. Seuss's "Green Eggs & Ham" by clicking here.
7) Blog Comments... yes shameless self promotion but I actually love the conversation that blog comments provide. I have even met with a couple my blogging friends and I can say honestly I LOVED those meetings immensely.
Monday, June 29, 2009
THE TRAVAILS OF TRAVELING
Since I have last posted I have traveled quite a bit....
Philadelphia
Des Moines
Toronto
Indianapolis
Los Angeles
San Jose
Along the Northern California Coast
San Francisco
Las Vegas
Los Angeles (again)
and Tulsa
plus some other places that I just can not recall.
I will get to posting again as soon as I can stop spinning. :D
Philadelphia
Des Moines
Toronto
Indianapolis
Los Angeles
San Jose
Along the Northern California Coast
San Francisco
Las Vegas
Los Angeles (again)
and Tulsa
plus some other places that I just can not recall.
I will get to posting again as soon as I can stop spinning. :D
Thursday, May 28, 2009
CHAPTER XVII (SCIRON)
The ending verses of my novel "Theseus the King" Chapter XVII are found below - I have repeated the final rhyme of Sciron as a lead in to the reply of Theseus. At the end of this entry is an audio post - however, since this is a work in progress several of the verses have continued to evolve and change.
“You started out sure and aloof -
But I will have the final proof.
Our game was fun for a while,
now I tire of your style.
I’m done with all your cantering;
your silly pompous bantering.
The time has come to say goodbye
For it is now your turn to die.
Cause I have never known defeat
in words of rhyme I can’t be beat.
For from the phrase that you intone
I’ll snatch a word to make my own.”
At this last rhyme of Sciron the fates begin to unfurl the dread flag of death. The last tapestry of life was spun out by Clotho, and Atropos raised her scissors to cut the taut thread.
Theseus sensed the nearness of death and raised his voice once again to shout over the storm.
“Sciron, angst insolent infidel -
angry monster animal: farewell.
Wolf citizen of this citadel
Putrid dissident who doth compel
By the zigzag poetry you tell
Both husband and bachelor to propel
From this Cliff side chimney stairwell
To a sepulchral of turtle-shell
I glimpsed through the vacuum of your yell
The dangerous rhythm siren spell
Fugue sylph of tragedy did foretell
Empty nothing - foibled doggerel
The height, width, breadth, of your music's swell
Consonant redundancy pell-mell
Orange film from the kiln of depth dispel
the uvula of a silver bell.
This circle of chaos where you dwell
the obvious opus shall retell
I, Theseus say it’s time you fell.”
Bolts of lighting crack across the face of the cliff as the words of Theseus thundered in the mind of Sciron. He tried wolf, glimpsed, and dangerous but no match could be found. He reached for sylph, siren, and rhythm, yet again he failed. He tried bachelor, angst, and opus, from the first line to the last, nothing sparked poetry.
Sciron stumbled forward his mind discombobulated by the cacophony of un-rhymable words. His flesh became ossified and his bones became petrified and he fell like a rolling stone at the feet of Theseus.
With one kick Theseus sent Sciron tumbling over the edge of the cliff. Theseus crawled to the edge of the cliff and peeked timidly at the turtle below. The wind was blowing so hard that Sciron seemed to hang suspended in midair.
Theseus did not know that the Cliff Dweller had landed on a spit of rock that jutted out from the face of the cliff just above the mouth of the turtle. He wanted to watch longer but the wind was too much and he turned to begin his descent towards Athens.
As Theseus walked away from the summit of Sciron he vowed to never again speak in rhyme, but even as he did the saying of his tutor Connidas came to his lips.
“Do not forget your words of rhyme –
they just might save your life sometime…”
THIS ENDS CHAPTER SEVENTEEN OF MY NOVEL: "THESEUS THE KING"- I AM HAPPY TO SAY THAT THIS IS THE ONLY CHAPTER ON THE BOOK WRITTEN IN VERSE - BELOW IS AN AUDIO POST OF THE ENTIRE CHAPTER. CLICK ON THE ARROW TO START... I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR MY OCCASIONAL VERBAL STUMBLING.
My thanks to Mommy Nintendo & Lady Glamis for the inspiration they provided to help my to complete this chapter.
“You started out sure and aloof -
But I will have the final proof.
Our game was fun for a while,
now I tire of your style.
I’m done with all your cantering;
your silly pompous bantering.
The time has come to say goodbye
For it is now your turn to die.
Cause I have never known defeat
in words of rhyme I can’t be beat.
For from the phrase that you intone
I’ll snatch a word to make my own.”
At this last rhyme of Sciron the fates begin to unfurl the dread flag of death. The last tapestry of life was spun out by Clotho, and Atropos raised her scissors to cut the taut thread.
Theseus sensed the nearness of death and raised his voice once again to shout over the storm.
“Sciron, angst insolent infidel -
angry monster animal: farewell.
Wolf citizen of this citadel
Putrid dissident who doth compel
By the zigzag poetry you tell
Both husband and bachelor to propel
From this Cliff side chimney stairwell
To a sepulchral of turtle-shell
I glimpsed through the vacuum of your yell
The dangerous rhythm siren spell
Fugue sylph of tragedy did foretell
Empty nothing - foibled doggerel
The height, width, breadth, of your music's swell
Consonant redundancy pell-mell
Orange film from the kiln of depth dispel
the uvula of a silver bell.
This circle of chaos where you dwell
the obvious opus shall retell
I, Theseus say it’s time you fell.”
Bolts of lighting crack across the face of the cliff as the words of Theseus thundered in the mind of Sciron. He tried wolf, glimpsed, and dangerous but no match could be found. He reached for sylph, siren, and rhythm, yet again he failed. He tried bachelor, angst, and opus, from the first line to the last, nothing sparked poetry.
Sciron stumbled forward his mind discombobulated by the cacophony of un-rhymable words. His flesh became ossified and his bones became petrified and he fell like a rolling stone at the feet of Theseus.
With one kick Theseus sent Sciron tumbling over the edge of the cliff. Theseus crawled to the edge of the cliff and peeked timidly at the turtle below. The wind was blowing so hard that Sciron seemed to hang suspended in midair.
Theseus did not know that the Cliff Dweller had landed on a spit of rock that jutted out from the face of the cliff just above the mouth of the turtle. He wanted to watch longer but the wind was too much and he turned to begin his descent towards Athens.
As Theseus walked away from the summit of Sciron he vowed to never again speak in rhyme, but even as he did the saying of his tutor Connidas came to his lips.
“Do not forget your words of rhyme –
they just might save your life sometime…”
THIS ENDS CHAPTER SEVENTEEN OF MY NOVEL: "THESEUS THE KING"- I AM HAPPY TO SAY THAT THIS IS THE ONLY CHAPTER ON THE BOOK WRITTEN IN VERSE - BELOW IS AN AUDIO POST OF THE ENTIRE CHAPTER. CLICK ON THE ARROW TO START... I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR MY OCCASIONAL VERBAL STUMBLING.
My thanks to Mommy Nintendo & Lady Glamis for the inspiration they provided to help my to complete this chapter.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
WIP WEDNESDAY
Now I do not normally participate in Work In Progress Wednesday but I did want to relate a bit of news about my novel of Greek mythology: Theseus the King.
I have finished Chapter XVII (Sciron) which was written almost entirely in rhyme... I will share the final verses and (hopefully) read the entire chapter as an audio post soon.
My novel is currently at 17 chapters, 232 pages, with a word count of 56,380. I hope that everyone has great day!
I have finished Chapter XVII (Sciron) which was written almost entirely in rhyme... I will share the final verses and (hopefully) read the entire chapter as an audio post soon.
My novel is currently at 17 chapters, 232 pages, with a word count of 56,380. I hope that everyone has great day!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
BELATED AWARD APPRECIATION
During the poetry month of April I was blessed with two blog awards. Because I was busy posting a "poem a day" I did not have an opprotunity to acknowledge these awards.
I am grateful to both Shadow and Suz for thinking of me.
The Proximade Award is given for the following reasons...
"These blogs invests and believes in the proximity - nearness in space, time and relationships, they are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends, they are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this clever-written text into the body of their award.”
Thank you Shadow! I will pass this award on to the following writers.
Lady Glamis
D.A. Riser
Nancy J. Parra
Mommy's Nintendo
Suz
Annie Louden
Ann Victor
Beloved Dreamer
The ‘Premios Dardo’ award, which roughly translates to ‘top dart’.
This award acknowledges the values that every blogger shows in his or her effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values every day.
The rules are:
accept and post the award on your blog
link to the person from whom you received it
pass the award to 15 other blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgment
let them know they’ve been chosen for this award.
Thank you Suz... I want to pass on it on to the following:
Scarlet
Cherie
C. Michael Cox
Sandra
Sonia Marsh
Hollie Nell
Vodka Mom
Willow
SeptemberMom
Maurita Mason
Doris P.
Paris
Julian
The Grandpa
Lyn
This list of blogs is long and eclectic, some are funny and some are sad... but what makes them all interesting to me is the soul of the blog author shines out through the darkness. Although I do not always comment on the blogs that I have listed here I (anonymously) follow them all and look forward to each new post.
I am grateful to both Shadow and Suz for thinking of me.
The Proximade Award is given for the following reasons...
"These blogs invests and believes in the proximity - nearness in space, time and relationships, they are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends, they are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this clever-written text into the body of their award.”
Thank you Shadow! I will pass this award on to the following writers.
Lady Glamis
D.A. Riser
Nancy J. Parra
Mommy's Nintendo
Suz
Annie Louden
Ann Victor
Beloved Dreamer
The ‘Premios Dardo’ award, which roughly translates to ‘top dart’.
This award acknowledges the values that every blogger shows in his or her effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values every day.
The rules are:
accept and post the award on your blog
link to the person from whom you received it
pass the award to 15 other blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgment
let them know they’ve been chosen for this award.
Thank you Suz... I want to pass on it on to the following:
Scarlet
Cherie
C. Michael Cox
Sandra
Sonia Marsh
Hollie Nell
Vodka Mom
Willow
SeptemberMom
Maurita Mason
Doris P.
Paris
Julian
The Grandpa
Lyn
This list of blogs is long and eclectic, some are funny and some are sad... but what makes them all interesting to me is the soul of the blog author shines out through the darkness. Although I do not always comment on the blogs that I have listed here I (anonymously) follow them all and look forward to each new post.
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