Category Archives: Quote Inspired Writing

quotes that move me

“I think in terms of the day’s resolutions, not the year’s.” ~ Henry Moore

My indulgences this holiday season are threatening to turn me into a replica of  Henry Moore’s interpretation of the female body.

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I’ve been taking a vacation with friends and family who have joined us here in Cabo for Christmas and New Years.  I’ve missed writing but I’ve resolved not to beat myself up with the things I’m not getting done, while enjoying our visitors.

Hope all of you are having a wonderful time during this holiday season.  I wish you all the best for 2009.  Look for me the first week of January, I’ll be back posting then, on a regular basis.   I’m imagining now that my first post of 2009 will be along the lines of spying a good diet.  

Feliz Navidad y un Próspero Año Nuevo

“A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason.”~ Margaret Atwood

You’ve heard of ipod nano, well there also exists nano stories.  Small compact stories that in few words can be considered complete with a beginning, a middle and an end. 

Recently I came across a form of story telling I had never heard about, via a publication called Per Contra  They are looking for submissions for Fifty-fiver stories.  The guidelines are exact.  You write a story using only fifty-five words.  If that’s not enough of a challenge, in a fifty-fiver, the first sentence has to be ten words, the second sentence nine, the third sentence eight then seven… down to one.   

I love challenges, especially ones that make me work on grammar and story structure and I also like to take breaks from long, long stories that some days I wonder if I will ever finish.  So I wrote a fifty-fiver and I made myself submit it. Submitting was the real challenge, the writing was fun.  But, submitting is when you set yourself up for someone saying, thanks but no thanks.  

A few weeks after submitting, I got a very nice, thanks but no thanks letter by email saying they we are sorry they couldn’t use my nano story (no elaboration as to why, because it’s a form letter) but they looked forward to reading more of my work.

Now that I know my fifty-fiver is not going to be published, I can claim sole rights and post it on my blog, knowing my friends won’t reject it. :)

Are any of you interested in the challenge of writing a fifty-fiver?  I’d love it, if you would post your fifty-five words in the comment space or better yet, submit your work to Per Contra.

Come on try it!  I did.  I guarantee, no rejections.

 

                                   No More

My mama didn’t need any more babies, papa disagreed.

He wasn’t around much to notice he had nine.

My sister, Maria remembers mama saying, “No More.”

They say I burnt my mama’s insides.

Her hot blood followed me out.

Her screams, my cry meshed.

Now we are ten.

Maria holds us.

Papa drinks.

Alone.

How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward.~ Spanish Proverb

It’s Sunday, my favourite day of the week.  Sunday is family day, which loosely means we hang out.   On Sunday’s there is no requirement to dress up, drive any place, entertain anyone, work at anything.  It’s the day the alarm doesn’t go off at 6:00 a.m., the beds don’t get made, meals are haphazard, books are read, and puttering around is done.  

We’re not hard and fast about Slack Sundays, at times there are social plans that get accepted but it’s rare, mostly we happily say, sorry Sunday’s family day.  If pressed to reveal what it is we do on family day the answer is, “not much.”

Maybe we go for brunch, or play some golf, take a walk, a swim, a siesta, or watch a movie.  Some Sundays we do nothing more than enjoy pursuing our individual interests at home, happy with the knowledge each of us is close by.

Just thinking and writing about how relaxing today is, has me ready to take a nap. Hasta mañana!

Bella Siesta


All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind. ~ Kahlil Gibran

 

The Archer

The Archer

Do you remember the artist and poet Kahlil Gibran?  I know I keep dating myself. 

His book The Prophet was a favourite of mine. He wrote it in 1923 but it was the children of the sixties, as we searched for the deeper meanings to life that brought his work to cult level.  What appealed to me in his poetic essays was the logic of his insights into every day life.  I gravitate to logic.  

Reading poetry has a slowing down, calming affect on me.  I love poetry written in verse, in prose, in song and in the sounds of nature.  There can be exaggerations, personifications, similes or any form of figurative speech, tricks of the trade, but a poem has to make sense to me.  It has to have something in it that I can see and evoke an emotion that’s tangible.  

Kahlil Gibran didn’t give us crumbs he gave us a feast with his paintings and his writing.

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Speaking of crumbs, my mind had a great time sitting on the beach this past weekend thinking about the world I’m creating for Concepción (Concha) the protagonist in my book, inventing obstacles to throw in her way.  I’ve been letting the crumbs of these thoughts sprinkle out on the keyboard the last couple of days and have missed visiting my blog.  I like the variety of writing in my life.  One feeds off of the other, or to express it how Kahlil Gibran did:  

Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you’.

“Women are persons in matters of pains and penalties, but are not persons in matters of rights and privileges.~1876 British Court Ruling

Women are Persons

This photo was taken when we visited Quebec City last summer.  When I saw the statue I found the wording amusing.  Then, I dug a little deeper into the history and my amusement turned to amazement.

Canada, unlike the States, during John Adam’s time, did not rebel against British Rule and many of the laws from Britain  perpetuated unquestioned well into the twentieth century.

But, on October 18th, 1929 five women who wanted to be persons in “matters of rights and privileges” prevailed in changing the legal world for all women in Canada.  This happened during my mother’s lifetime, so to me, it doesn’t seem that long ago.  You can read about this historic moment here.

This is inspiring because if you have ever wondered, if you, as a single person can make a difference in the world, take a moment to think about all the singular people in history who by sheer determination have done just that.  

Although most of us are not going to do things of the magnitude of Emily Murphy  the woman who headed the group of five and later told the press upon their victory, “We, and the women of Canada whom we had the high honour to represent, are not considering the pronouncement as standing for a sex victory, but rather, as one which will permit our saying ‘we’ instead of ‘you’ in affairs of State.”

We do all make a difference.  A snowflake can become a snowball, a snowball can become an avalanche.

“I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.”~Julia Childs

watermelon

This quote by Julia Childs could have been said by me, except I didn’t attempt cooking until after I sold my restaurant when I was 36.  

When I owned my restaurant / bar during the decadent 80′s it was the dance floor pumping out post- disco tunes that drew in the customers, strawberry daiquiris fueled the crowds and the kitchen, well, it was there because we needed it in order to have a liquor license, certainly not because I knew anything about how to navigate my way around one.   Yet, in spite of me, the kitchen rocked, pumping out good food and scoring rave reviews.  The chef made it clear I was not welcomed in his domain on a busy night.  He said the panicked look on my face when I witnessed what he called, organized chaos, disrupted the flow of their work. Actually, I think his exact words may have been “their art.”

Then, I moved to a very tiny place in Mexico with limited supplies and all the cookbooks, including one of Julia’s that I’d brought with me with the good intentions of learning to cook, sat neglected on a shelf.  I forged for food at the Municipal Market, absorbing the foreign fare and loving the exotic names like chipolte, jicama, cabrilla and sandia. But, I didn’t know what to do with any of it.  I’d go home with the sandia.  I knew what to do with watermelon.  I ate a lot of fruit back then and a lot of restaurant tacos.

Jump forward a few years and voilá, I discovered the crockpot. Well, I didn’t actually discover it Rival did. Had I paid attention when every household starting in the seventies was using one, I would have known, they save time, are effortless, make sub-standard ingredients come to life, save money and can cook up dishes that will impress guests.

My dinner the other night was a success.  When I told my guest the soup and the dessert were made in a crockpot the response was, hesitant recognition.  They’d forgotten about their crockpots having moved onto panini machines and other such small appliances that I will need another lifetime to catch up with.

I figure with the current trend heading towards simplification, that for once in my life in the culinary arena, I just might be on the cutting edge of the revival of an old one.

I did some research tonight as I was writing this post and discovered I’m not alone in my enjoyment of the crockpot.  Here is a link to a blog A Year of CrockPotting.  Today Stephanie the author is on her 315th day in her journey to use her crockpot every day for one year.  I am definitely plugging into her blog and can’t wait to try the recipes she’s been posting.  She is my kind of cook.

“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” Leonardo da Vinci

Oaxaca Market

If you look closely at this photo (click on to enlarge) you will see, not just the beauty of the colours but also the brilliance of the merchandising, the harmony of the merchants, the pride taken in their work and their indifference to the rest of the world.

This photo taken by the big J, is the Mexico I love; the artisan skills, the resilient attitude, the enterprising spirit.    

On the days when Mexico disappoints me, and I want to lash out at the greed, hide from the poverty and throw my hands up in disbelief, I remind myself that in many parts of Mexico and in the world there is a lifestyle that continues in a more simplistic way.    

In this photo I see the sophistication Leonardo da Vinci spoke of.

“A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them.”~John C. Maxwell

John C. Maxwell according to wikipedia is an internationally recognized leadership expert.  His organization has trained more than two million leaders worldwide. Without naming names I know someone (you can fill in the blank) he didn’t coach or if he did his expert status failed with this one.   I had not heard of Maxwell, until I came across this quote.  A quote that I think is befitting for voting day.  

I’ve surfed around world newspapers and am not surprised to see this election is the front page headline of the majority. 

Well, soon the biggest political show of all time will take it’s final curtain call.   May the best man win. That’s to say the one I’m routing for because I believe my favourite is smart enough and has the stamina needed to correct the mistakes.  Wish I could vote.

You Don’t Need A Reason To Sing ~ Helen Reddy

This song by Helen Reddy wasn’t one of her top 40′s but it’s one of my favorites.  She was best known for her song I Am Woman (hear me roar).  The best part of — You Don’t Need A Reason To Sing— is when she says, “it’s a natural thing.”  I agree, singing, smiling, whistling, laughing are the natural things, the opposite of these actions are what we have to fight off because they get us nowhere.  Hope you can take the three minutes to listen to this song.  I guarantee even, if you’re not into a little country, you’ll be hummin this song throughout your day.  

The world is so dreadfully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain. ~Ronald Firbank

Ronald Firbank was a British novelist from the early nineteen hundreds.  I’m using his quote in todays post because I love the humour in it.  To think he made this statement a hundred years ago and it still applies today.  What does that tell you?

“Never, never, never give up”. ~Winston Churchill

Winston Churchill also said “We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.”   Melissa Etheridge did just that with her song ~ I Run For Life.   It came out in 2005 so you have probably heard it, but anyway I’ve copied it into today’s post because it’s encouraging and I never tire of hearing it.  

When my dad died of cancer, in my grief and a mindless fit of anger, I lashed out to a doctor friend.  I told him I believed with all the money spent to find a cure there had to be one but no one was revealing this because it had become big business and “they” would lose all the funding and their jobs.  Quite rightly, he looked at me like I had lost my mind and said, “Don’t you think doctors and scientists lose loved ones to cancer too?”

October is breast cancer month.  Every day, thousands of dedicated professionals around the world are grappling to find cures for all forms of cancers.  There have been some great advancements in prevention knowledge, early detection education and technology and more effective treatments.  We need to work harder and faster.   This is a war worth supporting.  

 

‘When people, women included, hear that you are writing, they assume that it is simply a hobby to fill in the time between doing the washing-up and the ironing. It couldn’t possibly be a profession.’ ~ rachel billington

I understand and have felt what Rachel Billington, a British author was talking about.   Except, she published her first book in 1969 when she was only twenty-seven and she has gone on to  write sixteen more adult books and seven books for children.   She has already proven that writing for her is more than a hobby. But, what about writers like myself who have yet to see their novel published?  What do we say when someone asks what it is we do, when we have nothing so far to show and it’s been a few years?

I remember the day, not so long ago,  when the novel I am writing reached a pinnacle, and I lost the anxiety that writing could end up just being a hobby.  It’s real and it’s more.  The characters have become trusted friends and I know their story is solid and I’ve learned they can handle all the conflict I write into their lives.  The conflict that drives their story forward and will hopefully one day enthrall you, the reader :) This was also the day, I decided I had to continue writing as a profession, not as a someday dream.  I had to stop throwing scheduling conflict into my daily activities.  I had to put a value to my writing time and institute a routine using the BIC method. (butt in chair)  

It’s so easy to give up when no one is waiting for your novel to show up on their desk. It can be hard to motivate yourself to keep going when it takes a long time to see results. And, there’s a self-doubt demon that you constantly have to swat off your shoulder. But, when you turn off the computer at the end of the day and know you’ve made progress, even if you’re the only one who knows it, you can smile. 

Somedays I think, I’m nuts for choosing a writer’s life, most days it feels really good.