So sad seems the little boat tied to shore
as if it didn’t belong there. But
our destiny
is not the open sea.
It’s not the arduous transit through
rough waters, or dull clear skies.
It’s not the moment when the waters open up
and cry “drown in me.”
Our destiny
is the dock
on the other shore.
Dona Nobis Pacem is Latin for Grant Us Peace. Today is Blog Blast for Peace day. My flag comes with 13 images that were previously posted on my blog. They aren’t all peaceful, but they all make me think of something to do with peace.
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While there may have been some who viewed the George IV’s imminent demise with sorrow, this outlook was not shared by many of those who knew him best. Which certainly says something. His brothers were beside themselves at the prospect of better days. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the government spend real money on them for a change?
The people the King counted as real friends were pretty much gone. Fox had died long ago, the Earl of Moira, Sir John McMahon, the Duke of Northumberland, the Duchess of Devonshire. All gone. No one, to this day knows how many illegitimate children he sired. Having it off with serving girls and the like simply didn’t count. There was little doubt in anyones mind that Lady Conyngham would be deeply grieved to loose the steady stream of expensive baubles her liaison with his Majesty produced.
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I’ve been playing around with my sidebar lately. You may have noticed a couple of odd “badges” appearing there. On is NaNoWriMo and the other is NaBloPoMo. Unless you’ve encountered them before, you probably have no idea what’s going on.
So I’ll explain.
Every November the writing community gears up for one of our biggest challenges – to write an entire novel in a month. Whether you write Romance, or Science Fiction, or great literature you can participate. You don’t have to be professional, published, or anything, except willing to take up the challenge.
I live by challenges. They keep me focused and happy. Back in 2000, right after I completed my first.. um… completed novel, (this doesn’t count the ones I tried but could never finish) I heard that Nora Roberts averaged a new book every two weeks. I decided to see for myself if that was even possible.
In the course of four weeks I cranked out two books. They were very short, but they had the requisite beginning, middle, end, and character development, and were too long to be considered novellas. I went on to write a lot of other books as well, but never officially took up the NaNo challenge.
So I know I can do this. Or rather, I think I can do it. But just to make it interesting, I’m going to be taking on another challenge at the same time.
National Blog Posting Month is the bloggers response to NaNo. Instead of writing a book, we are challenged to put up a new blog post each day.
So for the month of November I am committed to both writing an entire book (minimum of 50,000 words) and putting up a post every day. Yeah, knowing me I’ll do double the number of posts. This doesn’t count the couple times a month I post over at Romance Roundtable.
On top of that, my family will be staying with me over Thanksgiving. Any guesses which challenge scares me most?
Are you taking any challenges this month? Do you find challenges useful, annoying, or meaningless? Have you ever tried something like this?
Jill: Hey! What are you guys up to? Are you going out?
Jack: Yeah. Well, I’m not sure how we all ended up gussied up, but we did. Seems a waste to stay home.
Jill: Wait for me! I want to go too! Let me go get my bag.
Jack: Hey, wait a minute!
Jill: Argh! I can’t find it.
Jill: Well shoot! I guess we’ll have to bag the whole thing.
Today’s theme is bags
Previously in Jack and Jill Tongue Tied
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“What’s going on?” Suzie tapped the door to Drew’s room lightly. She could see quite well what was going on. Drew was packing. Her question was why was Gene helping him?
“Oh. I was just.” Gene sprung to his feet. He flushed slightly and glanced around the floor like he might have misplaced something there. He glanced out the door with a wrinkled brow. “I’ll go.”
A dark suspicion haunts me. I can not shake it, as if fate could corner me with treachery and embarrassment. This Deja Vous creeps along my awareness with cold feet. Must. I must. I must check and re-check. with a click in a fellow blogger’s comment stream my worst fears are realized. I AM repeating myself.