Sunday, July 20, 2014

Once upon a Time


 

Today started out as a regular day.  Upon waking I took the pups outside to do their business.  Ordinarily I am in a hurry but since it was Saturday and a little later than usual I decided to take my time.  As I roamed the backyard I took in the beautiful clear morning.  For the past couple of days I had done nothing but rush here and there.  I was tired of rushing.  I just wanted to stand still and breathe in the nice fresh air.

In the distance there were birds singing and the sounds of people doing yard work.  Then there were the strains of angry voices rising above all. 

The voices rose above the sounds of the weed whacker and I was immediately thrust back in time.  Twenty five years ran down the drain as I was frozen in place my ears picking up a full blown once upon a time.  Angry frustrated pitched voices rising higher and higher.  The words were ugly and hurtful.  I found myself flinching with each unkind word hurled at the other.

As I was caught up in the moment I found myself rooted to the ground.  Although I still could not detect where these voices were originating from I suddenly realized did I really want to know?  With a deep breath I looked up and uttered a small prayer of thanksgiving.  God had taken me out of that pit so long ago and I was forever grateful.  Today I pray for that married couple as they had hurled such unkind, cruel and wounding words.  These are words that can never be taken back.  Words that can cut a person to the quick as well as crush a spirit.

While I know it was so long ago for that brief moment it was as though it were only yesterday.  I turned and looked at my house with a smile.  This was my life now.  My life was now with a kind Christian man that cherishes me and would never blindly hurl cruelty in my direction.  Sure, we’ve had our ups and downs but that’s married life.  But we strive to be better tomorrow than we were yesterday.  Marriage is giving 100 percent.  It is not a 50 – 50 deal.  It’s the only way it will work.  You give 100 percent of yourself and you will reap the benefits.  You also need to trust God.  A marriage needs to be firmly planted on The Rock.  That Rock being Jesus Christ.  Once you do this, everything else is gravy.  I am not saying it will be perfect.  Nothing is, but once you understand God’s love your life will only become richer because of it.

So today, as I pen this distant memory of my once upon a time I reflect but only for a moment.  I thank God for bringing me out of the fire and into His wondrous light.  And I also pray for that unknown couple.  I pray that God shows them the way and heals their hearts from all of those cutting words that I am sure they didn’t mean as only He can! 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Turning Fifty - The New Forty NOT!!!!



A friend once told me - "If you think you're a bad-ass at forty just wait until you hit fifty!"  OMG!  Was she right!  If you thought I told it like it was then - wait for it...  Oh yeah!!!


I don't discuss my age nor do I discuss my birthday.  Those days I treat as though they are any other day!  Yeah, I know.  We're not getting older - we're getting better.  Like fine wine...  Blah-Blah-Blah…  However, those milestone birthdays have a way of sneaking up on a person.


I had no problem with forty, I actually embraced it!  By the time I had reached thirty-nine I was already preparing myself for what lay ahead.  But now!!  I’m not so sure I am ready for the BIG ONE!  I don’t feel it and I pray to God I don’t look it!!  Not ready!! 


Age is just a number and I'm going with that.  We'll revisit this in another couple of months and I am sure I will feel differently.  For right now...  That is all I will say on that matter...






Thursday, January 3, 2013

One Enchanted Evening

Take an exhilarating limousine ride with Jessica and Ben as they leave a company holiday party together. The cold winter night is perfect with dozens of stars set in the inky velvet sky with the sizzle of electricity in the air.

Meet Jessica Adams. She's young, innocent and beautiful. When she decided to attend the Brookes Brothers holiday party she had no idea she would ultimately end up leaving with an older handsome executive. However, the moment she climbed into that limo and met Ben's deep blue eyes she'd come to realize that she was going to get a lot more than she bargained for.

Meet Bennett Brookes, VP of Brookes Brothers. Turning forty had Ben looking at his life through different eyes. His marriage was on the rocks and had been from day one. He knew there had to be a lot more to life than the corporate mergers he handled with diplomacy. Ben attended the holiday party every year. However, this year had turned out differently as he spotted a woman across the room that he knew he had to meet. One thing led to another and before he realized what was happening he had fallen. Hook, line and sinker.

However, the moment Jessica had learned that he was married that had been the end of what had begun as a fairytale beginning. Without a word Jessica had up and vanished. She was gone from his life just as quickly as she'd entered.

Time slowly passes and Jessica comes to realize that loyalty is a high price to pay and sometimes love is destined to rise above it all. Will Jessica come clean with the truth as she believes it to be and will Ben's love be strong enough to withstand the secret that had pulled them apart to begin with?

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

A Taste of Past Reflections


Julie Finch had always left a sheltered life, from attending catholic school to the no boys rule.  Now at seventeen and the verge of womanhood she is looking at life through different eyes.  First love is painful enough but picking up the pieces of a broken heart prove even more difficult when there is no closure and tragedy strikes!

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For all of her young life Julie had played by the rules.  She was never one to buck the system but when she had met one of her older brother’s friends something suddenly changed.  Instant crush!  Scott Rourke was older and worldlier but he was also definitely interested.  They met in secret and Julie fell in love. 

When Julie gets into a car accident that leaves her permanently scarred it seems as though Scott uses that as a chance to back away from her.  Not too long after that they go their separate ways but Julie never quite gets over Scott.

Some time later she gets an opportunity to become a camp counselor and jumps at the chance to get away for the summer.  Maybe a change of scenery will help her get over her feelings for Scott once and for all.  Everything else in her life seemed to be falling into place.  But there was that one little lie that seemed to dog her.  Julie had lied about her age to secure the position and it looked like now it might come back and bite her.

Meeting Kevin had started her heart to come alive again.  However, he was a junior counselor and that made him off limits.  Seeing Kevin would be against the rules.  She knew she had some choices to make and Kevin had made it crystal clear where he stood.

Through all of the serenity Camp Wiskle offered the memories of Scott had followed her.  Not only was she battling those old feelings but she was falling for a young man who wouldn’t take no for an answer.  While her heart and head are waging a war tragedy strikes and suddenly there are no choices left to make. 
 
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Past Reflections is a teen love story that will take you on a whirlwind of different emotions.  From first love to loss to love again.  Julie Finch is a determined young woman who comes to learn that breaking the rules is not always a bad thing!!

         

Monday, November 19, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Thanksgiving – Blessing, prayer, thanks

 

Such a simple definition.

 

This pretty much sums it up.  I love that word.  We need to give thanks more as well as be thankful for what we have.

 

Wishing you a blessed Thanksgiving!!!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Writing Is Like Going to the Gym (Part I)

By:  Phillip Tomasso

 With January fast approaching, I am hearing more and more people talk about New Year Resolutions. If most people are like me, resolutions are declared, started and then quickly forgotten—or better still—purposely ignored. One resolution I make, year after year—I mean, every year I make it. I see gym and fitness ads running on TV throughout December. So, I know I am not alone. My goal is always to get in shape. Always. I know, one of these years I will stand-fast and commit to actually exercising, eating healthier and making a difference in my physique. One of these years.

Of course I have the classic excuses Not To Exercise. My work schedule. My family responsibilities. My sleep schedule. I can argue to death why these three responsibilities alone are reason enough never to step foot in a gym. I’d be lying to you, the way I lie to myself daily.  But with myself, I’ve fully convinced me that I am telling a solid truth. That exercise just isn’t possible in my immediate future. That, however, I have plenty of time to get to it, and will be so happy and satisfied once I commit.

Believe it or not, writing is very, creepily similar to working out. Uh-huh. Absolutely true. I thought about the best way to present comparisons. Tried narrative.  Seemed okay. But, I believe the readers here will appreciate bullets. Direct correlation between the two. Makes my metaphor more impacting, and visible. Regardless, it was too long a topic to limit to a single blog. Be sure to stop by my blog page for the conclusion to this topic.

--You Need to First Realize You Want to Get in Shape

This is not a blog about alcoholics. But if you don’t first admit there is a problem, there can be no clear road to improvement. I am out of shape. I need to exercise. I need to turn fat into muscle. It would be awesome to wear a shirt and not feel like I HAVE to tuck it in, or blouse it in order to give the illusion that my gut is actually not gut at all, but excess cotton ballooned at the waistline. Abracadabra!

Anyone I ever talk to tells me they want to write a book. Many want to give me their life story so I can weave it into some unbelievable tale that—they assure me—will be a best seller. My answer is always the same. If you have a story, write it. They don’t know where to begin, how to create characters, dialogue, chapters, etc., etc., etc.

--Get Around To Joining A Gym

One piece of advice I share is to join a writing group. Many bookstores and libraries have them. For free, no less. A gathering of writers sharing tips, full of questions that need answering, offering critiques and guidance. I’ve belonged to one or another since I was fifteen years old. The time spent with other writers has been priceless in my career as a novelist.

The second piece of advice is to read. If you want to write a horror novel, read every horror book you can get your hands on. Study the genre you seek to conquer. Note what you like and hate about the books read, what was done well, and what you would do differently. See how the plots unfold, the characters are developed, the tension is paced.

--Start Out All Gung-Ho

Like anything new—relationships, cars, going to school, joining a gym—we always tend to start out with all pistons firing; it’s all we talk and think about; dream of; try to get others on board with. When I’ve joined (and eventually quit) local gyms and fitness clubs, I spent hours of the first several days working out. I’d get up early and hit the treadmills. After work, I’d make my way through the Nautilus equipment, or free weights. I’d drape a hand towel (from the kitchen) over my shoulders to swipe at the rolling beads of sweat, and carry around a water bottle to hydrate my dehydrated body. I’d even cut back on smoking, because working out and not smoking seemed to go hand in hand!

Writing is the same way. That idea we came up with gets fleshed out in long hand on a pad of legal paper. Characters sketched. Concept plots outlined. Possible settings reviewed. We fall asleep at night with a notebook by the bed, wake up re-reading senseless sentences scribbled out during twilight hours.

At some point we realize we’ve compiled a ton of stuff. There aren’t exactly heads or tails to be made from any of it. But we’ve started. We’re writing. It lacks clear direction, lucidity, flow, but gosh-darn if we haven’t leapt and landed with both feet in the heat of drafting something that might, that could, that if we’re lucky, will be considered a working manuscript-or-something-or-other!

--Unused Muscles Get Sore And Achy

And the reality sets in. Usually it’s not the very next morning. It’s two-days later. Reaching for your coffee cup is an impossible task. You triceps, biceps, wrists, knuckles – refuse to work. The idea of bending over to fit socks over your feet scares you into uncontrollable sobs. You groan and moan and cry, literally shed tears, as you shrug your arms into your coat. Don’t even bother with aspirin. It won’t work. Nothing will. You are certain a painful death is all you have to look forward to!

Writing is no different. If you go from never (or not often) having written anything, to writing up a storm there is bound to be some pain. Maybe in your brain, maybe from straining your imagination. But more than likely it will be evident in the writing itself.

I suggest take a breath. A step back. Set the initial material aside. The thing about writing is, you wrote it. So it will generally look good, or right to you when you re-read it. Nothing wrong with that. Well, there kind of is. Regardless – you need a day or two off, to take a break. Believe it or not, when you go back a few days later, reinvigorated and hopefully well-rested, you will be more objective in sorting through the pages and pages of … stuff … that you’ve written. Going Gung-Ho for days and days is strenuous. Necessary sometimes, and more seasoned (in shape) writers can perform better under different circumstances – the endurance is just at a higher level…it’s where we should all aspire to be, the summit to reach, the (insert cliché here) …

. . . Hopefully you want more, to see what happens next in this exciting metaphorically relatable blog.  The conclusion to this cliffhanger of a writing segment will be posted on my blog (in its entirety) prior to Thanksgiving. 

Sandra – thank you so much for inviting me to guest blog. Greatly appreciated.  I wish you so much success in your writing, and hope you will stop by and blog on my blog for blogging’s sake!

Take care, and Happy Holidays everyone!

Phillip Tomasso

My Blog: http://chasingnickles.blogspot.com/?m=0

Twitter: @P_Tomasso