Saturday, January 9, 2016

The Making of a Writer

Writers should write everyday.  Carve out some time for yourself and just let the words flow.

I know those words are hypocritical of what I do.  I have time but I don't discipline my time as I should.  Do I have an extra hour per day to do this?  The simple answer is yes!  Yes, I do.  I just need to plan it out.  Is it a waste of time?  Absolutely not.  I love writing and words stitched together can be so powerful.  Words can rule.  Literally. 

When I take a class online to enhance my writing skills I stay focused and get the work done.  I have written some of my best work in those classes.  I have not shared all of it.  I hope to one day.  Right now I want to focus on writing and finishing my many manuscripts I have that are unfinished.  Who knows maybe I will self publish them too.

Writing to me is like fine art and photography.  It is relaxing and I feel in a trance when doing any of the three.  I may not make any money from any of them but I do realize the satisfaction of  taking a picture that has the best composition and light I could never have imagined, capturing in my painting an image that, well, someone can actually recognize what it is or writing a story and having it critiqued by my peers and they really, really, really like it. 

So the making of a writer to me is find the time, enjoy what you do and don't put money before your craft.  Life is short, just enjoy the time you have here.  The best, of course, is yet to come.


Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Subway Shop by Carol Eliassen

I had an assignment for one of my classes where I was suppose to visit a place and then write about it.  I was picking up subway sandwiches for my daughter's family so I decided to write about my experience while there.  It is amazing what we experience but never really notice consciously.  Here is the very short story.  I hope you enjoy!


The door opened out towards the sidewalk with the smell of fresh baked bread seemingly floating in the air. The smell had a mixture of fresh herbs and multi-grains.  I wasn’t really hungry until that door opened and the smell hit me in the face.  I was hooked and the strong scent was reeling me in.

The walls were decorated with overly large red tomatoes, green peppers and a scrumptious loaf of bread.   Jazz and love songs played from the overhead speakers as if to have you fall in love with the place. 

I hurried up to the counter anxiously waiting my turn as a mother with two young children tugging at her skirt stood gazing at the huge sandwich she was having made.  All the colors that were noted on the wall were all on her sandwich.  That was what I wanted.  I wanted it all. I felt like an Artist with an empty palette and I planned on adding every color into a splashed collage inside my bun! 

A young boy and his Dad lingered at the door but as soon as it opened you could tell by the look on their faces they were being reeled in too.
 

My Soul Mate by Carol Eliassen



It’s not every day that I tell my husband he is my soul mate.  It has been inscribed on an anniversary clock and I have spoken it several times but today I not only want to tell him what that means to me but to show him as he is growing older with me.  Today is his birthday and I want him to know that I cherish every day that we have together. 

What is a soul mate?  I think to be a person’s soul mate that you are in step with their life as they are with yours.  They cherish you, love you through sickness and health and truly believe till death do you part.  They are there when you need them for the good times as well as the bad.

I know my husband has been there for all of it.  When I had cancer he took me to surgeries and treatments.  He waited hours for me in boring Hospital waiting rooms and greeted me with a smile and a touch of a hand.  He listened to me once when I had a pity party and told me that it was out of character for me but he understood and listened anyway. 

I know what a soul mate isn’t.  It’s not someone who is selfish and thinks only of themselves.  It’s not someone who goes through life disconnected from their partner.  It’s not someone who distances themselves from their partner but also their family.  

It’s someone who cherishes the moments that God gives us to love that person he brought into their life.  A soul mate understands what love truly is. The soul mate celebrates the birth of a child, a grandchild or even the adoption of a new family pet.  They provide words of comfort or even silence when you need it the most. 

My soul mate worships God and the love for Jesus.  My husband prays with me and over me.  He leads me through prayer and prays for his family.  My soul mate puts God first and I’m okay with that since I do too. 

So today is his birthday and I want to say how much I love him and how much he means to me as I go through life with him.  I want to celebrate his birth not only today but everyday God blesses me with his presence and love.  apHHappy

Happy Birthday my Sweetheart of a Soul Mate!  




Thursday, December 10, 2015

Mazzy The Mermaid Princess by Carol Eliassen



Queen Eldora is banished by her husband the King from her immortal home to live among the human race as a mortal woman. A miracle occurs during the birth of her Granddaughter that sets her free and drives her to find out the true reason of her betrayal.  Along the way she begins to understand what motivates her and stays true to herself when it comes to love and forgiveness even while facing her greatest enemy.

If you are interested in viewing the artwork of the Artist who inspired my story you can view it on line at www.stephaniebroker.com

And so it begins: 


 The Birth of

Mazzy The Mermaid Princess 

by Author Carol Eliassen


Chapter One: The Crossroads of Baku

 

Figure 2: Artwork by Artist Stephanie Broker

 

“Eternity begins and ends with the ocean’s tides” - Unknown Author

     Something was different about today. The tides of the Caspian Sea seemed to sway in perfect rhythm. I cannot fully understand it or describe it in perfect detail. Trust me it was different. It seemed that something perfect and magical was happening in the seas below. I did not know what but whatever it was, I could imagine it as beautiful and pure. You could actually smell it in the air with each inhalation of pure misty salt water.

     I was on the beach near the city of Baku, the capital of Azerbaijan, located at the crossroads of Eastern Europe and Western Asia. The sand seeped in between my toes as I walked barefoot along the beach. It was so soft it felt like a touch of smooth silk. I dusted it off as I started to climb the stairs to the pier that stood alone near my hotel.

     The beauty of the surrounding sea, beach, and mountains astounded me with each step. I put on my sandals as I walked up on the creaky boards and headed out to the end of the pier. The waves were crashing into it in perfect harmony as if it were the beat of one’s own heart.  

      As I ventured to the end of the pier to take in the view, I met an old woman who sat in a fold out chair staring out to sea. She seemed out of place. She had a blanket wrapped from the neck down that had some ancient pictures and Arabic writing embroidered on it. She had long flowing black and silver hair and there were deep lines that adorned her face. She continued staring out to sea as though no one had approached. It seemed as if she was watching for something on the horizon as she scanned it back and forth with her eyes.  

      My name is Katrina Nelson, a Journalist that covers governmental events, I happened to be in this magnificent city only for a few days to report on a trip made by the President of the United States. The trip was almost over except for the Gala dinner at the estate of one of the most prominent families in town tonight. I needed a break so I chose to take a walk along the beach ending up here on the pier. Call it destiny or whatever you like for missing that dinner, I have no regrets. I found the greatest story of all time told to me by an old woman sitting on a pier in a broken fold up chair wearing an old blanket staring out to sea. 

     This is the old woman’s story. 


This short story is being published and distributed soon by a leading distribution company.   Stay tuned for some exciting details in the next two weeks! 

 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

The Clairvoyant Gift by Carol Eliassen



 Did this piece in a class I finished recently.  It starts out with an assignment of a few starting words and then you write the story. Sometimes we all need a boost to get us started in our writing or at least a deadline to finish!  Hope you enjoy this short piece.  I have more - will post later. 

Pat knew for a long time that a clairvoyant gift was a curse to some and a gift to others.  Observing some of his peers he could see the mistakes that were made and had devastating results.  Pete was one of them who knew better but he was set to save the world and use his gifts.  He only created chaos and fear.  Pat on the other hand used his gift for the good and kept secret the bad he would “see.”  

As Pete’s voice became a high shrill over the group of clairvoyant members that had gathered for their monthly meeting, he prophesied, “the end is near!”  Pat immediately jumped up from across the room and literally ran over to calm his childhood friend.  

“Pete, we know what you are seeing but right now we need to keep calm and stick to the meeting agenda that is going on tonight,” he gently reminded him.  

“But –“

“It’s ok, just not tonight.  We can discuss it over coffee tomorrow at my house in the morning, say 10:00 am?  You’ll be there, right?” 

“Yeah, sure, I guess as he slowly moved to sit down again and regain his composure.  “Not sure what came over me but it seems like it is happening more and more.”

“I know my friend.  You’ll be okay, he assured him.  “Maybe we should go see Dr. Moore next week and find out if he can help you with the new procedure he is testing.  He would like you to try it –“

“I don’t think I’m ready for it and I’m not sure or really clear as to why I need it”, he interrupted Pat as though he was longer remembering what just happened.   

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow and I’ll invite Jack and he can explain it to you.  You do remember Jack, Dr. Moore’s assistant?”

“Not really.  I’ll be there anyway.  Better get back to the meeting Pat.  I don’t want to miss the Extra-sensory perception (ESP) coverage Joan is going to start covering in her presentation.  See you tomorrow.”

Pat knew what Pete couldn’t remember.  His dear friend and clairvoyant buddy had a head injury a few years back and would have random outburst and then not remember why.  His gift only made things worse.  Yes, it was a gift at one time but now a curse.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Salome and her Cubs



I recently took a fantastic writing class from Dr. Eva Shaw called Writeriffic:  Creativity Training for Writers through ed2go.  We had an assignment to view the Africam that I didn't even know existed and be "inspired" to write a story.  

I viewed the Cam and noticed Salome and her cubs. They have a live Cam where you can view various animals.  The Africam and Hoedspruit Endangered Species Centre are awesome sites to view and learn from when it comes to endangered species of the wild.  I didn't get to view the birth so my imagination went wild from just reviewing the area where they were located and being inspired by Salome.  What a Mom!!  Enjoy my practice piece.  I enjoyed writing it and hope you will enjoy reading it.

The sunset was glowing red in the distant African plain on a hot April night in 2015.  We knew the birth was nearing as we heard the cry of the wild as if to announce a new birth to add to its kingdom.  Suddenly a sense of stillness settled over the plain as Salome the mother Cheetah stretched out along the hay.  She was ready to bring forth the cubs that pulsed within her and introduce them to the waiting world.  


Salome was a captive Cheetah, who not knowingly, was on a mission to helping the world repopulate her species in the wild of Africa.  As she gently turned over in her bed of hay she pushed each of her five cubs gently into her world.


Hoedspruit Endangered Species Centre (HESC) maternity ward volunteers as well as people all over the world that viewed the live camera internet feed cheered her on.  Salome didn’t realize she was suddenly a superstar Mother on the world stage saving her species of Cheetahs!


Two months after their birth there was still no denying that Salome’s cub will eventually branch out into the wild and roam the plains of their African heritage.  Yes, it was a success and Salome is a superstar Mom as she cuddles close to her cubs in the dark of night.  They gently push against Salome and snuggling into her bosom with an expression of love written across their face.


As the sun rises across the horizon, the Cubs are just one more day closer to leaving.  They unknowingly will continue their mother’s legacy and one day their own superstar.

Cerulean Blue by Carol Eliassen

Cerulean Blue
Some call me Cerulean blue. I am a coat of many hues, that range from Cyan the Great, to the depths of the dark deep blue. I’m not really one but many. I sometimes overlay my bluest of friends. I may be dimmer than some, but I can accent anyone.

I love to be the colorful flower swaying in the wind, or the backdrop of the sky as the white fluffy clouds cluster nearby.

My artist friend uses me to be a fragment of the color of a fish in a tropical sea or the background of a pink salmon breed.  I am versatile at best and can be used with all my palette companions, especially sunflower lemon yellow, flaming tomato red, or that outrageous lime green.

I tend to light up the sky behind the tall snow-covered mountains or help that bright frothing white to accent the towering swells that are turbulent in the precarious bay. I have to admit though my favorite place to be is with a vase of other colors swaying in the breeze.

I am versatile at best, not like all the rest. I’m not just blue; I’m also a hue.

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