Learning to Write Short Stories

I hope that you are all ready for a relaxing and loving Holiday Season. I am, for sure, at beautiful Rosemary Beach with my Sweetheart. Part of my relaxation has been to begin learning to write short stories. My faithful blogger pal (BeachBrights) has suggested that we need to explore the social media world with a sample of my writing. I have a new Kindle and my Sweetheart has downloaded a bunch of stories to read, some free and some from prominent authors.

My Sweetheart also suggests that I am a romantic and should try that genre. This comes as a bit of a shock, as I have always written thrillers, though I try to build emotional connection into the stories (among the characters and the reader).

My parents’ wedding anniversary is on Christmas Eve. They are both in another realm, though it would have been their 69th anniversary. I am toying with a story line addressing the meaning of reconciling a mature son’s emotions about a mother who has been gone for almost 40 years.

Its always interesting. Relax and enjoy.

 Warms, Cym

New York to Dallas by J.D.Robb **Audio Book Review**

New York to Dallas
by J.D. Robb
Brilliance Audio 2011

Imagine that you are a detective in New York City. As a child, you were abused by your father. As an adult, you became a police officer. In your first major case, you apprehended a serial child abuser in the most harrowing circumstances, outwitting the long-term pedophile, who was sent away for at least life. Like you, the pedophile was abused by his mother, whom he killed at age 19 as he would later kill mother substitutes who facilitated his rampage. In due course, you marry a wealthy spouse who supports your detective work in a manner not available to ordinary officers.

The incarcerated pedophile escapes a maximum security prison and launches a new campaign of terror through twin victims from his earlier time. His object is you, who interrupted his initial work.

Our heroine is Eve Dallas, married to an engaging Irishman, O’Rourke. They come to Atlanta where the pedophile is at work. The detective does her work, with the help of O’Rourke and his on-line wizardry. The sleuthing process is addressed in detail, though a few of the steps require a bit of faith in the integrity of the story teller to accept the leap. Like all good mysteries, the denouement is exciting.

I enjoyed listening to New York to Dallas. This medium has become a favorite means of passing time as we drive between Dallas as Rosemary Beach. The storyline is an interesting paradigm for thought. As I find with most clever stories, a variety of thoughts emerged as the story unfolded. I was curious to see how Eve would reconcile her own childhood abuse with that visited upon the children she was determined to protect. How will the reliving of her own experience impact her psyche? Her marriage? Her willingness to bear or adopt children, perhaps abused orphans? Will the childhood abuse of the pedophile result in an exploration of the psychology of abuser and abused?

These threads of emotional interest were not explored in the story itself. While I understand that the genre does not delve into the emotions and psyche of the protagonists, it would have been satisfying to have heard Eve and O’Rourke share with us their own emotions, which, of course, who have to be addressed in real life.

A fine listen!

Warms, Cym

Additional Resources:
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J.D.Robb

Researching Legends of Aboriginal Peoples in Australia *2 Book Reviews*

Aboriginal Stories of Australia
by A.W. Reed (Reed Books 1980)

Aboriginal Legends – Animal Tales
by A.W. Reed (Reed Books 1978)

I have been researching legends of Aboriginal peoples in Australia. A character in my current manuscript, entitled The String, is a half-breed Aborigine, who was taken at birth from his native mother to avoid further infection of the white race (the father was an immigrant German sheep farmer). In the course of my research, I came across these two books by A. W. Reed.

The legend, stories, and beliefs that are traced in these wonderful tales are fascinating. It is impossible to tell, at least to me, how the dates of the stories, handed down by oral tradition, compare to the time lines of the stories in the Old and New Testament, also handed down through the generations by oral tradition.

I was fascinated with my reading. Each story seems to build on its predecessor. My favorite was “The Blue Fish and the Moon.” It is a story of two men, one was miserable and saw the dark side of everything in life. The other, Nullandi, saw the light in life and was happy. When the miserable man died, he became a blue fish living for a time at the bottom of the sea until he was eaten by a bigger fish and his bones were scattered on the sea bed. Nullandi, on the other hand, went into the sky to live with the Great Spirit, who turned him into a round and shining moon. Nullandi illuminated the darkness of night with silvery light.
Each of our religions embrace the essence of this story, replacing the operative words with Heaven and Hell, redemption and eternal punishment.

I found the concepts to be easily grasped from a human emotion standpoint. For example, it is easier for me to get my hands around the consequences of someone who communicates misery vs. happiness, than it is to do so with concepts of original and continuous sin.
In any event, I found these short books to be fascinating to compare Aboriginal beliefs to the religious teachings that we are each accustomed to. The tales are easy to read and cry out for discussion and understanding. Like a touching sermon, I found myself thinking about each tale and relating to my own life and perceptions.

Isn’t this the point of a meaningful sermon? If you enjoy thinking about such things, step out of the box and read these tales.

Warms, Cym

*Book Review* 007 Carte Blanche by Jeffery Deaver

007 Carte Blanche
by Jeffrey Deaver
Simon & SchusterBantam 2011

Like many of you, I grew up reading Ian Fleming’s wonderful James Bond books. As I think about it, the image of 007 has been an interesting element of my thinking about writing and trying to find my own path as a thriller writer. What is your image of James Bond? Sean Connery in Goldfinger, which was such a stunning evolution in movies? To me, it was rather like the first Star Wars, something new and different. And intriguing. The 007 movie franchise has been a huge success, probably vacillating a bit depending on the actors playing the hero. Sean Connery was one image, some of the others have been way different and far less interesting (at least to this male).

Ian Fleming died long ago. Now, along comes Jeffrey Deaver, an appropriately famous thriller writer. When I picked up this new James Bond adventure, I had mixed emotions. In other contexts, when I have read sequels written by successors to authors I enjoyed, or when such authors changed direction in their writing, I have been sorely disappointed. So, I began reading with a jaundiced mind, trying to recall some 30-35 years ago reading the Bond books as a young man. I felt myself being critical. “This is not like before.”

Thankfully, Deaver has done an excellent job. This new James Bond, adjusted for the interesting issue of time span in a clever way, comes alive beautifully. Carte Blanche has the elements that we associate with Bond – crisis in the world that seems insoluble, lovemaking with a beautiful woman who turns out to have other roles in the story as well, fast cars, exciting locales, M, Moneypenny, and new potential loves in London (cleverly named Maidenstone – think about that one; she will doubtlessly return in the future) and South Africa, where the story is largely set. There is an impossible-to-discern plot afoot to wreak havoc in the world to suit the interests of an interesting assortment of rogues. Bond has an idea, which is backed by his superior against the views of the rest of the intelligence world. Can Bond get out of this mess?

The story is set in today’s world with a background of current issues, including environmental problems that the world faces.

The joy of James Bond is that he is a creature of the imagination, both his suave good looks, lifestyle, easy bedding of beautiful women, intriguing criminal plots, page turning excitement as the third leg of the story opens in full glory (I believe there are four stages to these books, like an exciting basketball game), and a triumphal denouement against impossible odds. As Bond sails of into the sunset, we wonder what his next scores and adventures will hold for us.

Professor Deaver – you have done a wonderful job of recreating this fascinating franchise. I am hooked once again. Perhaps in a future Bond escapade he can take up another current theme – economic terrorism practiced by state agencies, perhaps by an ally of the U.K. What will proper England let him do – right or stand down for political correctness?

Warms, Cym

Jeffery Deaver
Amazon

The Best Holiday Gifts for Readers and Writers *Guest Post*

Do you have a special reader or writer on your holiday list this year and you’re at a loss for ideas for the perfect present? Well, if you don’t want to give them the default gift of a book and face the chance for an awkward moment when they open it and tell you it’s one they’ve already read 100 times, be sure to check out the following suggestions that are sure to dub you the best gift giver since jolly old St. Nick himself:

#1: Give a book weight: If your book lover can’t even eat a meal without reading, this little stocking stuffer will be perfect for freeing up their hands so that they can multitask when they just can’t seem to put down that novel. For writers, book weights are great for holding your books/notes/other materials open for reference while they are typing up an award-winning piece.

#2: Give a journal. Typically, most writers in today’s modern world prefer to compose their work on a computer; however writers are always coming up with ideas and inspiration on the go…so when creativity strikes, and a laptop is nowhere to be found, a journal or notebook to jot down their thoughts would make a great holiday gift. Any writer would be happy to receive a legendary Moleskin journal. And if you want to make it extra-personal, you can even have the recipient’s initials put on the front.

#3: Give beverages. Just because you plan on buying a gift for an avid reader doesn’t mean that you have to buy them something to actually read. Think outside the box and get them something to enjoy while they read. For many, kicking back with a cup of coffee or a glass of wine is the ultimate way to unwind. Consider gifting your reader with their favorite blend or a gift card to Starbucks. If your reader happens to be a connoisseur of wine, consider giving them a bottle or a pair of wine glasses.

#4: Give music. When in the writing or reading zone, a lot of people like to enjoy their hobby with some good back ground music. If you know their taste in music or their favorite artist, an album purchased on iTunes or an iTunes gift card has the makings for a great holiday present.

#5: Give a class. For writers, there is no end for improvement—they are continuously honing their craft and learning ways to become a better writer. So give them this gift that keeps on giving! Search the web to find available writing courses nearby, online or even pick up a book on the subject. This will be an untraditional gift that can really help a writer brush up on details like grammar, punctuation, composition and descriptive writing skills.

#6: Give a Snuggie. And no, not even as a gag gift. As hilarious as these robe/blanket contraptions may look, they are actually quite practical! What better during the cold winter months than to curl up by the fire with a cup of cocoa and a best-seller…and your Snuggie? With this gift, your reader will be able to keep warm as they escape into relaxation on a brisk night in with a good book.

#7: Give an e-reader. Any reading or writing enthusiast is sure to have this gem of a gift on their wish list for Santa this year. With e-readers like the Kindle, you can give the recipient the gift of a massive book selection (over 800,000 titles from which to choose for $10 or less), advanced technology featuring E Ink display that reads just like paper, built-in Wi-Fi allowing you to access books in 60 seconds, as well as the ability to borrow Kindle books from your public library. And all for the low price of $79, your reader/writer will thank you—and so will your wallet!

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Erica St. Claire is a guest post author who shares with us this post on the best gifts for readers and writers this holiday season. In addition, Erica also works for Catholic Dating Sites where she focuses on educating readers about safe online dating.

Sunrise For Aspiring Writers

Good day, friends. I know that many of you are hopeful, aspiring writers. There is a fascinating story in Friday's Wall Street Journal about the new world of self and online publishing. Read and enjoy, then please share how you could purdue your own dream, I will too.


Warms, CYM

This Week's Bookish Round-Up

1. A Book Editor Speaks: The Challenge of the First Chapters by David Carr. When a writer asks for help with a completed manuscript, I ask to look at the first chapter and one other—preferably one they feel needs the most work. The first chapter should orient me to the content, so that when I look at the later chapter, I have some idea of the context and information I need for understanding it.

2. The New York Times: Selling Books by Their Gilded Covers by Julie Bosman. Even as more readers switch to the convenience of e-books, publishers are giving old-fashioned print books a makeover. Many new releases have design elements usually reserved for special occasions — deckle edges, colored endpapers, high-quality paper and exquisite jackets that push the creative boundaries of bookmaking. If e-books are about ease and expedience, the publishers reason, then print books need to be about physical beauty and the pleasures of owning, not just reading.

3. This Mama Makes Stuff: Making Stuff: Patchwork Bookmarks by This is Carrie. Paired with a gift card to the local bookstore, these patchwork bookmarks will make a great gift for my kid’s teachers.

4. TheLightFantastic: BOGO SALE I Love Books, Vol. 2 11x14 Fine Art Print--Vintage Book Scrabble Tile Geek Photography

XOXO

Beachbrights

(guest blogger)

The Trill of Victory *Audio Book Review* by Sandra Brown

The Thrill of Victory
by Sandra Brown
Sandra Brown 1989 Brilliance Audio 2011

I have recently discovered the joys of audio disks, which we enjoy driving back and forth from Dallas and Rosemary Beach in the Panhandle of Florida. These disks, containing excellent stories, pass the time like magic. An additional benefit I have discovered is that sometimes the stories were actually written long ago by authors who have become famous.

Such is the case with this adult romance story, written by the now famous Sandra Brown in 1989 and, apparently, self-published at the time. The Thrill of Victory is the story of a world class tennis player, Stevie Corbett, who has devoted her life to being a Grand Slam. Her nemesis has been a local Dallas sports writer, Judd Mackie. She is at the top of her game and he at the bottom of his.

Stevie collapses on the court. Judd is delinquent in getting the story of what is behind the collapse. Drugs, alcohol, failed love affairs, or what could so undermine the globally famous star on her way to the Grand Slam. The unlikely pair each find magic in the other as they descend into rural East Texas to the farm of his grandparents, where they can be alone and address the real story.

This is a sweet story, a nice change of pace from the intensity of many of the books that I read. One element typically absent from the thrillers that I review is poignant love and emotion, which I believe leaves such stories devoid of critical elements of walking around humanity. In any event, this story is not a thriller, is full of erotic activity, and Ms. Brown spares no detail in the story-telling.

We enjoyed this interlude from the seriousness of thriller and the range of other books that we typically read, enjoy, and review.

Try this one as an audio book, about 5 hours in length.

Warms, Cym

AMAZON
Sandra Brown

Beloved Marleigh

This morning at 9:10, Seth and I handed our beloved Marleigh over to the One who created her. We said our final good-byes to her and her to us, and released her into the hands of pure Love. We had 12 of the most amazing, fun-filled, joyful years with her. Marleigh, though just a canine companion to anyone that didn't know her well, was one of the most trustworthy, faithful, forgiving, intelligent, protective best friends anyone could ever hope or pray for. Her unconditional love and understanding never ceased, even until the very end. She gave us everything she had and we tried to give everything back to her, though I believe she was the more giving one and we got the better end of the bargain.

She never asked for anything more than to let her be who God created her to be:
- Like all pets, she only wanted to be loved and cared for and on the occasional times when we let her water bowl run dry, she always forgave us instantly.

- She only asked to have her own place in our family and was happy to be a part of our "pack" and do whatever we were doing - she just wanted to be where we were.

- Unlike most kids, Marleigh loved putting her toys away and into her toy box at night. If she thought I'd fall for it, I'm sure she would've taken them out several times a day just to put them back again (I'm sure the treats helped with this one).

- To help me out with my exercise program, she readily volunteered to take me on walks every day and even helped me cross the street by taking her leash in her mouth and walking me across, then she'd drop it the moment we were on the other side. I loved the look on drivers' faces as they watched this.

- She was a beloved big sister to Abby, though it didn't start out that way. When we adopted Abby, Marleigh thought we were crazy and had somehow betrayed her. To show her great disapproval, she would retreat to the garage, but I'd go get her and make her spend "quality" time with all of us. Oh, she couldn't stand that new "small, brown thing with tall, skinny legs and a head too big for her body" that we'd brought home. If she could speak human she would've said "Take it back, we don't need it! Take it back!" But, after a few weeks Marleigh and Abby became close friends and sisters, and we enjoyed seeing them tumble and wrestle together 2-3 times a day. It got to the point that wherever Marleigh went, Abby went. Marleigh taught Abby almost everything she knew - how to get out the dog doors, how to retrieve a ball, and eventually Abby even got what "patch" meant, though it took all three of us to teach her. She even kept Abby in check on walks by letting us leash them together. Abby will also miss her very much.

- Marleigh longed to have as many jobs as we could think of for her. One of her favorite jobs was fetching the paper for us every morning. Rain, snow or shine, she trotted to the end of the drive-way, picked up the paper and placed it on the coffee table or ottoman (whichever we told her) - and for the small price of a treat, she would've been happy to get every neighbors paper for them, but somehow they didn't appreciate her slobber like we did. Every Halloween Marleigh helped answer the door and neighbors would recognize her (not us) and say "Oh, that's the dog that gets the paper for you every morning...where do I get one like that?" You don't, she was one-of-a-kind.

- She was patiently persistent. When she wanted to play and I was busy at my computer, she'd bring one toy and try to get me to play. I'd tell her "later Marleigh", but she'd just go get another toy thinking the first one must not have been good enough or the right one. Before I knew it I had every toy from the toy box at my feet. I could hear her thinking "surely one of these is the right one." Of course I'd cave and we'd go play ball for awhile - often at her favorite park - oh, how she loved the park. She was so focused on the ball and retrieving it for me - her job - that there could be 50 dogs in the park and she wouldn't even say "hi" to them. "Later, I'll talk to you later. I'm working now and I want to get it right." Her focus remained on me (or, frankly, whoever would throw the ball) and her job - fetching and retrieving the ball.

- The one thing we were never able to do for her was play ball enough. We always got tired first. One of her favorite moments in life was when mom and dad would come to visit. When Marleigh saw dad it was all over. The excitement was overwhelming and as far as Marleigh was concerned, the rest of the family became chopped liver - I think dad was just fresh meat. Dad wasn't tired of this ball game yet like we were and he was fresh meat. She loved it when he'd play ball and she egged him on the entire time he was at our house. Her unrelenting persistence usually paid off for her. Thank you dad for those special moments and memories.

- Marleigh never forgot anyone. Even in her last days, if I mentioned Cassie, Barney, Bridget, Paddy or Maggie, her ears perked up. While she was healthy, if I mentioned the "Denver group" at all, she'd rush to the front door and sit and wait for them to come. I learned quickly that I couldn't say these names unless Cassie was going to arrive in the next few minutes. Marleigh would sit for hours waiting to see them appear. I'd have to take her on a walk, play ball or something to get her mind off it. She didn't do it as much with the names of "mom" or "dad" because Seth and I were "mom" and "dad" to her. But, if Seth accidentally said "Mickey" or "Charlie," that was different, there she'd go to sit at the front door - the welcoming committee. She even got used to Grace's name and every time we talked about Grace (which is often), her ears perked up, her tail would wag and she'd go to the front door waiting to see if her play mate was coming over. When Grace or Cassie would come for an overnight visit, when they left, Marleigh and Abby would always go to the guest room for several mornings afterwards to see where they were. Even after Cassie's last visit, as hard as it was to walk, Marleigh would go into that room and look for her.

Finally, I cannot forget Marleigh's smile. She's the only dog I've ever had that smiled. She'd smile at anyone who approached her...she was convinced they were there just to see her. In her last days, she was unable to smile, but I could see a slight smile in her eyes - she was happy to see us when we walked in the door. I'll always miss her smile.

Although our hearts are broken at the loss of our beloved girl, the joy she gave us over the years far outweighs the pain we feel now. I wanted to write this mostly to help heal my heart and to get those wonderful memories of her written down. These memories are only a few. More will come over the next days and weeks and I'll write them to myself and my Jesus whom I love more than life itself. I don't know what I'd do without Jesus in my life - especially during times of sorrow. I'm so thankful that He knows the grief of losing a beloved pet, because He knows and shares in all of our joys and sorrows. Thank You, God, for the gift you gave us with Marleigh...she is and will always be greatly loved and missed.

I'm one of those crazy people that thinks because of Who God is and because of His great love and mercy, we'll get to see our beloved pets again one day. I imagine Marleigh romping and playing with Cooper, Barney and Bridget. She's out of pain and discomfort, in her right mind and a happy girl. I love you and miss you my dear, sweet Marleigh-girl.

From Seth and I, thank you for all your prayers, support and love during this time. To mom and dad, and Cym and Dale: Thank you again for your enduring patience with us over Thanksgiving...that was Marleigh's most difficult day. We know each of you can understand the sadness we are experiencing right now, but the Lord reminded me of this verse this morning "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning". Ps. 30:5. I'm looking forward to the morning...

We love you all so very much.
Robin Lowell (Cym's Sister-in-Law)

Show vs Tell

My editor advises that I struggle with wanting to tell my story
rather than showing it.

So, I could say that "the Rosemary Beach sunset at our walkover."
That would be telling you what I see.

But I should say something like: "I was anxious about the dinner party, so I strolled down the boardwalk to see the sunset. The glorious colors calmed my spirit."

Is that showing you what I saw?

Warms-CYM

Is the Future of Literature Really Electronic?

*Guest Post*

The future of the humble paperback is becoming more and more uncertain by the day. As sales of both paperback and hardback books continue to fall, the eBook is getting stronger by the day. Is the future of literature really going to be inside a portable reading machine rather than trusty bound paper?

The advance of the eReader
EReaders in their various guises from Kindle to Kobo are going from strength to strength. Sales are increasing month on month and Juniper Research have recently forecast that worldwide sales of eReaders are predicted to reach around 67 million by 2016, which is three times more than the 2011 estimate of 25 million. The increase in sales can be attributed both to the products decrease in price, with the newest version of the Kindle retailing at just $79 and also the revolutionary development of e-ink technology. E-ink technology has drawn in unlikely eBook enthusiasts who previously bemoaned the development of eBooks when read of a standard LCD screen. E-ink allows for clear, crisp text and images and it basically
mimics real paper.

Further developments in eBook expansion have been realized in The Wall Street Journal recognizing that eBook sales are just as relevant to total sales as regular books. The Wall Street Journal is following the New York Times and USA Today who already have eBooks included in their book sales charts. Retailers including both Apple and Amazon are among the leading retailers who are passing their details onto the Nielsen ratings company who then pass the details onto The Wall Street Journal and other publications.

EBook lending is also becoming extremely popular in public libraries across the country and this adding even more impetus to the rise of the eBook and its surpassing of the regular paperback as the most popular way of reading. It seems public library users are huge fans of eBook lending and according to the Library Journal publication; public libraries increased their eBook offerings by 185% this year. A case in point can be seen at Seattle Public Library whose eBook collection and circulation grew by 92% in 2010 according to their electronic resources librarian. In September this year, Amazon decided it was time to turn on the Kindle to 11,000 public libraries, which obviously caused a surge in new library users and pays testament to the power of the eBook and its rapid development.

What about "real" books?
Does the advance of the eReader really mean the end for traditional books? In a word, no. There are plenty of ardent traditionalists who are committed to traditional reading and curling up in their favorite reading chair. In addition to this there are still plenty of imperfections in eBooks and eReader technology, often found in their shoddy editing leading to repetitive spelling and syntactical errors. Similarly, there is a lot less choice with eBook as not every book that is published is digitalized.

Similarly, some books can be very expensive when digitalised especially rare and historical texts. There is also a romantic, emotional connection to traditional books. Many readers can relate the touch and smell of a book to their experiences at the time and also, very few people would want to introduce reading to their kids via their eReader. Surely nobody will be able to artificially recreate the smell of a hardback for the eBook generation. When introducing a child to their first book the experience is about more than just the words and pictures. The sensory enjoyment of feeling and hearing the word is extremely valuable for a
childís development. The same cannot be gained through an eReader, although thereís nothing to say technology won't develop in the future to allow for a more intuitive and child-friendly interface.

So, the big question: is the future of the literature found in the eReader? All the statistics would point to yes but despite this books are still selling and there are experiences, like the reading of a child's first book, which needs to be done with a "real" book. There are camps on both sides of the fence: some support a
full digitalisation of all books and others want the digitalisation to stop completely. The future of literature is tied to both sides of this argument as whilst there are significant numbers of people willing to pay for both and the demand is strong enough, it won't be possible to stop production of either medium.

*Guest Post*

The Hidden Reality by Brian Greene **Book Review**

The Hidden Reality
by Brian Greene
Knopf 2011

Have you ever wondered whether our earth and galaxy are all that there is? Maybe you have wondered, as I have from the time I was old enough to look into the sky, whether there is an end to space. I grew up in a university community. I recall physics professors suggesting that space is infinite. This was beyond my comprehension as a child. It still is. Surely, nothing can really be infinite. If it appears to be so, then there must celestial mirrors out there that, like having a mirror on your bathroom door, reflects an image endlessly. Nothing better than looking at your naked image indefinitely, huh?

Maybe you have also thought about whether there are other worlds out there. Perhaps with carbon copies of you, though perhaps evolving differently in view of varying circumstances? Would that be a horrifying or comforting thought?

Of course, it may be that the answer to all of these issues is to be found in theology. What physicists see in their laboratory and accelerator studies is nothing more than the various conceptions of Heaven in the religions of the world.

In Brian Greene’s day job he is an esteemed professor of physics. In his literary career, he has authored a series of books designed to bring the reality of contemporary physics into a realm where normal people can understand the state of academic research and development. In The Hidden Reality, he explores the intellectual underpinnings for theories concerning the presence of parallel universes. There are many of them, beginning long before Albert Einstein.

Frankly, I thoroughly enjoy reading well-written explanations of scientific thought that I can understand. I enjoyed reading the prior book of Professor Greene. I find subjects like quantum mechanics, string theory, super string theory, black holes, and so on to be thought provoking, rather like the questions above.

I enjoyed The Hidden Reality, as did my friends in our Philosophers’ Club. If you enjoy thinking in a realm far different than your usual reading, put this well written book on your list.

When I picked up The Hidden Reality, I was hoping that it would address two elements that, to me, are critical to be able to put these matters into a realistic perspective. One is walking around information. For example, what do we experience in our daily lives that is an improvement that has flowed from the billions of dollars of scientific research into these subjects? I find it frustrating that such a skilled scientist and writer could not really bring these concepts down to simple walking around reality for his non-technical readers.

The second element is religion. It was deeply frustrating to me that there was not a serious word addressing whether there is a valid theological explanation for these phenomenon. A large part of the population of the world believes that the subjects discussed in The Hidden Reality are the result of devine or intelligent design. I tend to believe in evolution and scientific approach, though I find that when I need help or am confused I pray in my own way. I think it is not possible, other than perhaps for the most confirmed atheist, to think of the design of the universe without considering the possibility of devine influence.

I hope that in Dr. Greene’s next book, he will address these issues. If he does not, then he at least owes his followers an explanation of why he does not. To me, such failure suggests that these subjects may just be intricate webs of theoretical analysis without practical benefit to the world. If that is the case, I cannot help but wonder whether those who finance such work may have similar thoughts.

All of that said, I thoroughly enjoyed reading the latest work of the good professor. I will buy the next one as well and see if he is brave enough to address more practical issues in his field.

Warms, Cym

AMAZON
Brian Greene
NPR

We Are Blessed and Loved Regardless of Tragedy

We are all so blessed. Our friends the Woodruffs of Houston have suffered an unspeakable loss in their lives. There is no balance in that loss, though the outpouring of love of their communities reminds us of the blessings that are all around us, regardless of one’s religious beliefs. I believe that God is all around us, reflected in our friendships and connections. Perhaps that provides balance.

Have a relaxing Holiday Weekend Friends,
Cym

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Thanksgiving 2011


Dearest Family & Friends,

In the busyness of life, we often forget the things that truly matter. I am guilty of being all-consumed with school schedules, pickup times, sports and extracurricular activities that -- while centered on my children -- left me ragged at the end of each day. There was literally nothing left of “me” to give to my husband, to God, to myself.

During this time of despair, devastation and loss, I admit I have approached Thanksgiving with a cynical eye. What do I have to be thankful for in this desperate time of trial and unbearable pain, when the recent, tragic loss of our sweet Rebecca never leaves my mind?

The answer is, simply, a lot.

This time of trial has forced me to slow down, to reconnect, to reflect. It is during these quiet times that my eyes have been opened in new awakening to show me what is truly important in this life; and that I do, indeed, have many blessings to be thankful for.

I am thankful for my husband, John, who has shown me nothing [and everything] but love and shared pain. I cannot say we share understanding, since perhaps we may never know why God took Rebecca, and then his dad, only one week later. But we do share faith in the One who has brought us closer together, and who will see us through in time.

I am thankful for my children, who have suffered so much. How can they possibly understand, when we struggle so much ourselves? Nevertheless, they have collectively shown a faith and “will to get through” that defies their age. They have leaned on each other, cried together, and laughed together. Rebecca was the center of all of our lives – the one who brought us all together. Now they know how much they need and love their other siblings, too.

I am thankful for our families, whom I honestly didn’t think would have the means, time or care to make the five-hundred and thousand-mile journeys to Kingwood, and who have shown us unwavering love and compassion during this time of trial. They have seen me at my absolute worst, and still stayed close. They have helped in so many ways -- from taking care of the children and making arrangements to cleaning house – when I couldn’t possibly do anything on my own besides weep in agony, despair and guilt. They were right there, and continue to be there, during the times when no words need be spoken, and a tight hug shows and tells all that need be said.

I am thankful for our neighbors, colleagues and friends, including the ones I have never met, but am honored to call “friend.” They have renewed my faith in community and humanity. They were right there when the accident happened, helping me, guiding me, fighting off the media and prying eyes until John got back into town and could be by my side. They have provided meals for my family, when I had no desire to eat and had all but lost the motherly, nurturing instinct to feed my children. They have provided friendship, distraction, and transportation for my children; which in turn, has provided me the time and quiet peace needed for reflection. Most importantly, they have shared their own stories of loss, and have shown me that I am not alone in this grief -- they have gotten through the unimaginable pain of losing a child, and have made me believe that I will, too.

I am thankful for our church families; who have been there from the very beginning and have seen Rebecca transform from an introspective baby into a bright, beautiful, generous child full of life, love and God’s teachings. They were also there at the end, to grieve with us, to pray with us and to pay witness to the passing of her earthly life and the beginning of her journey into everlasting life.

I am thankful for everyone at Bright Beginnings Learning Center, who have known and loved Rebecca since she was still in the womb. They called her loving nicknames -- like “Princess Becca” and “Sparkles” -- and were instrumental in shaping her unique, captivating personality and God’s love and light within her. In her memory they have planted Becca’s garden, so her joyful spirit can live on in life anew; and so all who pass by can reflect, see and feel the beauty in the colors God has so perfectly chosen for each petal as she smiles down upon them, whispering to them to pick the prettiest one.

I am thankful to everyone who has lifted our family up in prayer. You have shown our family love and empathy in your own quiet time of reflection, in words spoken and thoughts unsaid, but deeply felt. You have outwardly shown your love for us by posting on Rebecca’s memorial page, by sending cards and letters, and by posting on Facebook, forums and blogs. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed nor unfelt, though I am still too weak from the depths of despair to respond to them directly. It was only via these things that I truly understood how far reaching the impact of one little girl has been throughout the United States. The words and heartfelt sympathies you have posted are reread often, and have provided more comfort and peace than you will ever know.

I am thankful to all who work with John at Gardere, who have provided me time with my husband and who have provided friendship, support, countless meals and groceries under the most difficult of circumstances.

I am thankful for Dr. Raj, the chaplain, and the staff at Memorial Hermann, who did everything they could to save my baby, and who showed the utmost in respect and compassion in her passing.

I am thankful for the donee families; that my daughter’s joyful spirit may continue to live on in their own children.

I am thankful for the local firefighters, who had the courage and foresight to come forward and use Rebecca as the catalyst for change in Houston’s 911 emergency response policy. The new protocol has already been adopted, and will benefit the millions of people in Houston and surrounding areas, who may one day find themselves in the throes of life and death.

I am thankful for my counselor, whose patience, compassion and understanding is helping me see the meaning of tragedy, when it sometimes seems impossible to go on.

You ALL have shown your love for our family by your very presence in our lives.

Finally, but certainly not least of all, I am thankful to God, the Almighty One, for allowing me this time of reflection; to see life anew. He has shown me unwavering love during not just this most difficult time, but throughout my whole life. I am grateful to Him for choosing ME to be Rebecca’s mother, and for the time I was allowed to love her and hold her here on Earth. I have seen Rebecca in the arms of Jesus, and she is HAPPY. I have seen her with Jesus hand in hand at the beach – her favorite place in this Earthly world. And, I have seen her dancing – her joyous smile illuminating Heaven even more than it already was. I am so thankful to God for allowing me to “see” her in this not-so-far-off place of unconditional love, wonder and joy. HE is so good.

Like King David in the throes of pain after losing his infant son, I know she will not come to me, but one day, I will go to her. And I can’t wait.

Psalm 100
A Song of Praise for the Lord’s Faithfulness to His People
A Psalm of Thanksgiving

Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.
Serve the LORD with gladness:
Come before His presence with singing.
Know ye that the LORD, He is God:
It is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves;
We are His people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
And into His courts with praise:
Be thankful unto Him, and bless His name.
For the LORD is good;
His mercy is everlasting;
And His truth endureth to all generations.


God doesn’t give you the people you want,
He gives you the people you NEED.
To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you
and to make you the person you were meant to be.
(Author Unknown)

Mere words alone cannot truly express my gratitude and appreciation for all that you’ve done; for all that HE’s provided. I hope this letter conveys the love and blessings I wish to share with all of you this Thanksgiving. Keep close to the ones you hold dear, and may you be surrounded with love.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Much love from all of us,
Olinda

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*Help Me* Thanksgiving Day Prayer

Help Me Thanksgiving Day Prayer

O God, when I have food,

help me to remember the hungry;

When I have work,

help me to remember the jobless;

When I have a home,

help me to remember those who have no home at all;

When I am without pain,

help me to remember those who suffer,

And remembering,

help me to destroy my complacency;

bestir my compassion,

and be concerned enough to help;

By word and deed,

those who cry out for what we take for granted.

Amen.

-Samuel F. Pugh

*Book Review* The Devil Colony by James Rollins

The Devil Colony
by James Rollins
Wm. Morrow 2011

What if when America was founded, there were negotiations between Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin with a potentially unified Native American nation which wanted to become the fourteenth colony to join the United States?

What if ancient Mormon, Native American, and American mythology were combined with a long ago understanding of nanotechnology and particle acceleration?

If there are two great forces in the world, the Guild (let by a Frenchman with ambition to unite his family heritage with the great legacies of history) and the American Sigma Force, which will prevail?

In this rollicking thriller, good vs. evil compete across the history of America and some of our cultural monuments to gain control of the technology embedded in the weapons, metallurgy, and fail safe mechanisms of the long gone Indian cultures that failed in their bid to be part of the United States. The cleverness of the elements brought together in this beautifully crafted story are testament to the analytical interest of the author, both in history and technology, and story-telling skill.

James Rollins populates the torridly paced story with a collage of characters, each set of which could be the centerpieces of another story (perhaps they will be). There is a physically weak Frenchman and an African Amazon who cannot speak and has been with him since childhood; a Sigma leader and a distant niece; another Sigma operative loving a father in failing health and a femme fatale in the operation (both needing each other in a variety of ways); a combat medic with a Sigma leader spouse who is about to give birth; and others.

In the end, Rollins brings it all together in a beautifully orchestrated crescendo. As always, it will be interesting to see where the Sigma Force turns next. Perhaps, it will be to the inevitable rise of the Fourth German Reich. I can imagine Rollins following the current tribulations of Europe, the rise of Germany as the financial well for the continent, a failing America, and a rising China with its own economic woes barely beneath the surface needing to own energy and other imperatives of super-powerdom. Into this vortex, the Fourth Reich is ready to rise, having preserved its wealth through two world wars and three failed reichs.

Obviously, I enjoyed The Devil Colony and thinking about new adventures.

Warms, Cym

AMAZON
James Rollins

Getting Ready for the Holidays in Book Style!

Is it really that time of year again?  I can't believe that Thanksgiving is next week & then Christmas is close behind. So, no matter what holidays you celebrate, here are some great ideas for decorating with books.

Let's start with the holiday table. You can click on an image & it will take you to the original link.

Need a few Christmas Tree & Decoration ideas?



















Let the count down begin - cute bookish advent calendar ideas.





Are you decorating with books this year?
XOXO
Beachbrights
(guest blogger)

*Book Review* The Things that Keep us Here by Carla Buckley

the things that keep us here
by Carla Buckley
Bantam Books Trade Paperbacks 2011

Imagine that you are a happy family living in a suburban area with your spouse and two daughters about age seven and twelve. Your marriage has become a function of running the family, with distance caused by the loss of a baby which your spouse essentially blames on your inattention, even though it was obviously an accident.

Your spouse advises that you are loved, but he is no longer in love with you and asks for a separation. He moves out, damaging his relationship with his children, especially the older girl

Into this peacefulness comes a pandemic of bird flu. It is anticipated that one-third to one-half of the American population will perish.

Ms. Buckley has written a gem of a story. the things that keep us here evolves in a thought-provoking linear process from beginning to end. Life is a day-by-day process, with crises, tragedies, and celebrations all taking their place in our lives.

The pacing of this story is wonderful in terms of letting the reader think through how they would deal with such a crisis. From my own life, it is amazing sometimes to see what personality traits cause people to persevere and blossom, while others turn inward and wither.

The twists and turns in this lovely story will hold your attention, wondering how you would handle such a situation. This may also be a life-saver for you, because who knows what is around your own corner. Think it all through and be ready.

Carla Buckley
Amazon

Warms, Cym

My Current Project

I am done with the first portion of the revision. Over the past few months, I have had an interesting ride as a hope-to-be fiction writer. I was ready to go with a thriller manuscript entitled The Dust Scenario, with a background of the financial collapse and a protagonist who knows, and can prove, what actually caused the collapse and its destruction of the financial lives of millions of people. Her life has been turned on end to seal her lips. I took an on-line marketing course, then was handed off to a wonderful editor. She suggested a wholesale revision (only 26 single-spaced pages of comments), which has been a wonderful roadmap. I am done with the first third or so of the manuscript, ready to send it off upon her return from a holiday (hopefully, ready to work on my draft).

In the middle of this comes a request for a manuscript that we featured on the website www.cymlowell.com entitled Harvest of Gold, with a background of what actually happened to the infamous Jewish gold at the end of World War II, played out in a current time thriller.

I love to write fiction. Maybe I am making some progress. If not, I am a persistent little devil.

What are you working on??

Warms, Cym

*Book Review* Little Princess: One Man's Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal

Little Princes: One Man’s Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal
by Conor Grennan
William Morrow 2010

If you were an ambitious young man (or woman) and were determined to spend a year travelling the world before you found a job and began a normal life, would you consider working in a orphanage for children in some exotic locale, such as Katmandu, Nepal?

It would be great fun, especially if you always wanted to see the majestic mountains, go up to the base camp, and otherwise enjoy the exotic charms of this land situated between India and China. Of course, it has also been the site of virtual civil war.

What if you went to the orphanage, perhaps to impress the opposite sex with your care for humanity, and fell in love with the children? After a short stay before undertaking the around-the-world trek, would you miss the little faces? Would you feel the tug of children who adore you . . . and need what and who you are?

What if you responded to the tug in your own heart and returned only to find that the parents of the children are likely still alive? Would you then find a way to deliver them to their parents? Can you imagine the joy in your own heart as the little souls run into the arms of their family, looking back at you with love and thanks. Imagine the feelings of their mothers and fathers.

Finally, would your life be complete if, during the course, of your time in Nepal, you met a sweetheart on line, fell in love, and then had her (him) come join in with the orphan business, including finding a home to begin a new orphanage?

Wow! This is what Little Princes is all about. It is a charming, true story of one young man’s quest. He began with lust for adventure and found a rainbow of love at the end of his trail.

As I read these enjoyable pages, I kept wondering how I would have responded at the author’s age. I am of the Vietnam generation and had my trek there. Could I have done what Mr. Grennan did? Could I do it now?

You will feel better about humanity when you close the cover of this wonderful book.

Warms, Cym

AMAZON

**Book Review** Buried Prey by John Sandford

Buried Prey
by John Sandford
G.P. Putnam’s Sons 2011

Two young blonde girls disappear as they are walking by their home. It is assumed that they have been abducted, abused, and murdered. A young patrolman, temporarily made a plain clothes detective, Lucas, follows leads to apprehend a street bum to whom all available evidence points. The street man is killed in the arrest process.

The young detective thought it was too pat. Superiors talked him out of pursuing his instincts concerning a shadowy Mr. Fell.

Thirty years later in an excavation, the bodies of the girls are discovered. DNA proves that the bum was innocent of this crime. By this time, Lucas is a senior detective married to a surgeon and living a comfortable life via inheritance, good fortune, and hard work. He is on the case of Mr. Fell once again.

There follows an intense manhunt, complete with unfortunate shootings and unanticipated twists in a road full of potholes. The story evolves in Minneapolis-St. Paul and surrounding lakes and communities.

If you love well-written mysteries, and you have never read the work of John Sandford, you are in for a treat. The writing is crisp, the characters engaging, and the mystery interesting.

I came to appreciate Mr. Sandford at the International Thriller Writers Association meeting (Thillerfest) in New York earlier this year. He was engaging in person, as well as in print.

Warms, Cym

John Sandford
AMAZON

Always Baby

As writers, we seek to convey the reality of emotion. As readers, we relate the emotion in stories to our actual experience. The young daughter of one of my beloved law partners died suddenly a few days ago. Her obituary filled my heart with the love she brought to her family. I have no life experience to comprehend the reality of this loss, which is so very real. Please read her story and then include Always Baby, and her family, in your prayers.

Rebecca Lauren Woodruff
6/13/07-10/21/11

We called you "Always Baby." When you told mommy you were getting big, she said "you'll always be my baby." And you loved your mommy so much that you named yourself Always Baby just to make her happy. You had a hundred loving nicknames like "Little Girl", "Fickle Pickle", "Rebecca Cheeks", "Moon Monkey", but Always Baby said it all.

You were an inseparable part of Mommy; an extension of her soul and an answer to her prayers. You filled her with love and light and laughter. When you departed, an emptiness was left too great to be filled with anything but God's love. I know you will dispatch the angels to watch over her – you always took care of her and always will.

We all fought for your attention and you had us each wrapped around one little itty-bitty finger.

You commanded Daddy's attention on your terms, in your time. When I worked at home, you treed me like a cat, climbing in my lap and insisting we play games or make letters together. You ran outside to meet me when I came home, saying: "hold you, Daddy, hold you." You gave me daily shopping lists, constant reminders and sweet little girl kisses when once in awhile I would get it right - I never had to wait for my performance assessment. I'd give the world to have given in to you a few more times and the universe for one more super tight hug with your pretty little head buried deep in my neck.

You loved your sibbies so much and they loved you in ways that cannot possibly be expressed in words. Your lyrical relationships were each a verse in a round – a different meter and key, yet somehow in perfect harmony. The works of the bards and the poets pale in reflection.

We cannot possibly understand why God took you from us. We only know that the light that you brought into our lives will illuminate heaven now. The healing gifts of generosity, laughter and love that you brought into our lives must have been needed somewhere else. We miss you so, so much Always Baby! You will always be our Always Baby!

Kingwood Funeral Home


Warms, Cym

Winner of the Wednesday Blog Book Review Party and Blog Spotlight!

*all winners are selected by Random Number Generator *

And the winner of the Amazon Gift Card ($25 value) from Wednesday's Review Party is...

(**Drums Rolling in the Background**)

Congratulations to Book Diary!




Be sure to check out Book Diary and leave a comment!


Send me your email address for the Amazon eGC.

Warms-
CYM

Amazon's Books From Hell - The 10 Best Horror Books Ever Written

Just in time for Halloween...

1.  It by Stephen King

2.  Books of Blood by Clive Barker

3.  Bloodcurdling Tales of Horror and the Macabre by The Best of H.P.

4.  Song of Kali by Dan Simmons

5.  The Shining by Stephen King

6.  I am Legend by Richard Matheson 

7.  The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris


8.  In the Flesh by Clive Barker


9. Pet Sematary by Stephen King


10. Koko by Peter Straub

What's the scariest book you have ever read??

~Happy Halloween~

Beachbrights

(guest blogger)

$25 Book Review Party Wednesday - LIVE!

The last party of the year!!!

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Welcome to Book Review Party Wednesday.

It is real simple. Link up any (old or new, any genre) book review that you have
written to the below MckLinky.

A couple of things to remember while you're linking.

1. Add a permalink to your specific post, not the main page of your blog (only one review per blog).
2. Add my Book Review Wednesday Badge or a link-back to the party at the end of your review post.
3. List the name of your blog, Title of Book or Genre. Be sure to use spaces and limit characters to 50. For example: The Lost Symbol, thriller

4. Become a follower of my blog, pretty please (not mandatory).
5. Visit the other linked up reviews and leave comments....it's a party, have fun!
6. I will announce the winner in a weekend post. The winner is chosen from the linked up reviewers using Random Number Generator. All included.

I am so excited to be reading all the reviews! This is always so much fun and gives me the opportunity to add new books to my list (& now check out book covers).

-CYM

**This week is the last link up party for the year. The busy holiday season is almost upon us and I take a link up break for Nov. & Dec. The link up party will resume in January.**