Bunnies Holding Grudges

Bunnies Holding Grudges Written by: Jill Sheets
Bruce and Thor
Slowly looking around the living room as I write, I make sure that the bunnies behind me are not looking over my shoulder to see what I am writing, and if it is about them. The two smartest ones look at me when I make eye contact with them. I quickly turn back around, pretending that I am watching TV. I do not want to tick them off, especially because I am on their good side.
Which brings me to the question, can bunnies hold grudges? A lot of you may be thinking, “No, they can’t hold a grudge.” Maybe not in your house, but in my house they can, and they can hold one for a very… very… long time.One child (Thor) holding a grudge against his dad (Bruce).
It all started when Bruce decided to take a chunk out of Thor. He pulled off fur and even some skin.My daughter found Thor and brought him to us.The only animal hospital that was open did not take “Pocket Pets.”That was on a Sunday. So the next morning, we took him to the vet.Th…

You are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone Written by: Jill Sheets
*****Picture was take my Senior year, by my mom*****
My ex’s name has been changed.
I met Saul when I was 16, through a friend of mine. Her boyfriend was his friend. The first time I met him was when my friend and her boyfriend came into where I was working and helped me clean up the food court. It did not take long before Saul and I were dating, and he started driving me home from school or to work. One day he gave me an engagement ring and asked me to marry him. I was still 16, which did not bother me — our plans where to get married after I graduated from High School.
I always wanted a large family, so when I was asked to marry him, I said “yes.” Now looking back at it I should have said “no,” and ran. All I could think about having a family and my career. I figured starting early would help with achieving all of it.
I knew he was older, but I never knew how much older he was. Even today, I still do not know the answer to that. Other things that…

Memories of Meg

Memories of Meg Written by:Jill Sheets
                       Picture Credit: Jeff Wheeler
I love making posters for the station.There was one that I had to correct because it was out of date.I took the old one down and started to put the new one up. I let out a small laugh as I remember how I use to drive Meg, a co-worker, and friend, crazy because I never taped them up straight.No matter how hard I tried.I just concluded that more people would notice it if it were not straight.
This was not the first memory of Meg that I had today.I was recording this interview with an actress and asked the question was what advice you would give to teenage girls these days. It was a simple answer that it hit home and reminded me of what Meg would tell me.It is okay to say "no," and that she wished she knew that as a teenager.I do not remember how many times Meg said that to me or to take a moment and tell the person who wanted something that I would get back to them.
Meg was a great friend and…

Guest Blogger Michelle Dim-St. Pierre |

"The Writing Process from a Spark to a Novel" Michelle Dim-St. Pierre

Great authors always make experiencing a story believable. You can taste the character’s food, see the places they visit—you can feel the wind in your hair and smell the ocean breeze, almost as if you were actually there.

The final product might make it seems as though the story flowed effortlessly from the writer’s pen, but this is far from the writer’s reality. A writer has to choose the words to bring those experiences to life. Sometimes this is a matter of the writer using their imagination intensely to create the details that will create a reality out of fiction. Other times, this requires a great deal of research. In the end, the writer must determine what stories to share to bring a reader into their own reality.

In some ways it’s a process of becoming who your character is meant to be. And in some ways, it’s about having enough background to be authentic in what you write, painting a realistic picture…

Guest Blogger Linda Lee Kane

Finding the Idea  Written by: Linda Kane

First, don’t feel intimidated by having to come up with a big idea. It’s not the ‘what’ of the novels that makes them appealing, it’s the ‘how.’ Ian Fleming’s books are basically iterations of the same story you’ve read over and over. So how does James Bond tackle each new quest? What colorful characters will he meet next? What new and unusual forms of violence will he encounter? Any idea you come up with has already been done before. It’s the ‘how” of your novel that will make it unique to you, and this will be the real appeal to your reader. Maybe you’ve already come up with some big ideas, and they all seem appealing to you. In that case, start writing. Begin each story with a prologue (I know they say publishers don’t like you to begin with a prologue) or a first chapter and see which one feels best. Alternately, pretend the books are already published and write a marketing synopsis or book jacket copy for each of your ideas. Experimenting l…

I Am So Sorry, But I Am Glad You Did

I Am So Sorry, But I Am Glad You Did. Written by: Jill Sheets 

The lashes from being beaten on your skin. The weight of your cross On your back. Lack of sleep Weak, But you still walked. People following you weeping. I am sorry, But I am glad that you did.
The soldiers taking your clothes And dividing them up. Spitting on you Like they were looking down on You.

The nails being hammered Into our saviors Hands and feet, I am sorry, But I am glad that you did. The names that they called you. Making fun of you. I am sorry, But I am glad that you did. Blood and sweat Running down your face. The crown of thrones Digging into you. I am sorry, But I am glad that you did.
You dying on the cross.
Panic Attack By:  Jill Sheets

My chest tightens. Not again. Try to focus on my breathing but quickly my mind goes back to being talked down to. Wanting to say something but afraid of what will happen. To speak my mind. Is this supposed to be okay? Wanting to go in a darkroom Away from their egos. Believe it or not – I do know what I am taking about. Breath. Breath. I thought that this was suppose to help. It will not be much longer Before I forget.

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