Reblog: Only Three More Days To Ask Me Anything

I’ve not seen Cathy here at the forum for a while but guessing she must be super busy with her recent book launch – best wishes Cathy (and all) and hope you don’t mind my sharing mention of Cathy’s event here via this reblog…

[NB: it was a reblog frame, until I edited the post title…doh! so…]
Cathy’s post can be found at this link to her blog:

The event Cathy is participating in runs until Thursday mid-afternoon (guessing that’s a US time zone…?) and the website hosting the event, apparently with a countdown timer displayed, can be found via the link her blogpost (from the link provided above).

I’m wondering, for some future time beyond the event closing … (a) if @cathylynnbrooks might spare a few minutes to tell us something of her experience of running this participatory event… and wondering, what will have been the most unusual or unexpected question you were asked during the event?……
… and in the here and now… (b) what might I think of to ask if I take a virtual hop over to participate whilst there is still time aplenty…

#events #blogging101 #members

Cathy Lynn Brooks

I’m participating in an even that runs until Thursday at 2:00 p.m. It’s called Ask Me Anything! The more questions, the better.

Please go HERE and ask a question. It’s easy. They even give you suggestions to ask.

I’d really appreciate your participation!

Thanks so much!

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#blogging101, #events, #members

“You’re Gonna Love This Book” – A Comment

For @pamkirst2014

And anybody else who’s interested! 🙂

I didn’t come to read this post of yours, Pam, until today but when I wanted to leave the comment below it, I couldn’t for some reason, so I am forced writing a new post. Apologies. 🙂

I’m totally in agreement with the idea that books mean different things to different people or even that they mean different things to the same person at different stages in their life. So much in agreement in fact that I explored this same avenue a few times in posts of my own on the blog – because Waterblogged: Dry Thoughts on Damp Books was always meant to be an untraditional book blog.

This is the post I’m talking about:

I’m pretty sure I explored the idea in some others but I can’t remember what they were called. 🙂 I think I remember this one because it was a very personal post that I didn’t expect anyone to take much notice of at all,  and it generated a lot of comments and some very interesting conversations.

I always thought that I was an oddity among book bloggers in that I never liked traditional book reviews,  or the kind of analyses that our literature teachers required us to write. (I did like it when they gave us essay questions that allowed us to explore a theme, a thought or a character from a book but that is not at all the same thing – as I think you’d agree!) So when I blog about books, I tend to write exactly the sort of posts that you were describing: talking about why the book matters to me and what I think it can offer to people, rather than going into details of the plot or characterisation or analysing the writer’s style. But I did it all instinctively, I never thought it through the way you did, so it was really interesting to read your thoughts on this.

(Oh and Happy New Year, by the way! 🙂 )

Happy 2018! ❤

A very happy new year to the blogging family! ❤
Here’s a new post, 1st one of this year And one after so many months! 😊


I’d love to get feedback from you amazing bloggers. As I want to improve, it is very necessary for me to hear from you all. Leave your feedback on the post!😊


When Life Gives You Prompts: The Address Book

My Christmas card list is alphabetical; it corresponds to my address book, an aging resource, much-amended, and long pre-dating an electronic ability to archive contacts. I start at the ‘A’ section, and I address an envelope to my friend MJ, whose married name is ‘Ackroyd.’ Her address has been the same for the last 35-plus years.

But MJ is in the minority. As I wrote out my cards this December, I marveled at the changes my address book demonstrated. For example: my former student, Jannie, has had six address changes since she’d graduated from college and got her first apartment, away from her parents’ home. After some bumps and unexpected jogs, she married her sweetheart, Cal. They bought their first home together after a year of apartment life.

They added a miracle baby to their family—a miracle because they were told they never would conceive. This year, their little family moved to a house closer to Cal’s work.

I think of all that those various moves represent. There was a heartbroken year when Cal decided that he needed to spread his wings and soar in a completely different direction. There was a new relationship for Jannie, and Cal’s startled realization that she might not be there when his soaring time was over.

There was Jannie’s struggle with anorexia, and her eventual (and on-going) triumph.

There was the reconciliation and the wedding. Three years later, there was little Grayson’s birth.

And every time Jannie moved, I carefully cut the new address label off the letter she’d sent me and pasted it over her last address. Now, in the “Jannie” space in my address book, there is a little lump. And in that little lump, there are stories. Although those stories have their sad components, Jannie’s story, overall, is one of triumph.

But the address book tells tragic stories, too. I have to cross names off this year: bold Kim, who outwitted cancer for seven years beyond the time her doctors estimated. Sweet Patty, whose cancer returned after a thirty-year wait, swift and vicious. Vivacious Rosemary, who could captivate a room with her funny stories—stories always told at her own expense, never at another’s.  Cancer has been especially cruel this year.

My address book tells stories of separation and re-connection. It chronicles moves and marriages, births and divorces, leaps in employment, exciting travels, and heart-wrenching losses.

An old friend who is a freelance writer said something once that stuck with me. “If you have ten people in a room,” she said, “you’ve got at least thirty stories to tell.” As I write out my Christmas cards, I wonder how many stories are represented by the names and changes in my address book.

There are stories of meetings; there are stories of escapades. There are stories of partings, of moves and postings, of reunions and returns. There are stories of welcome, as new friends and family, new babies and significant others, enter own our and others’ lives.

There are end tales, too.

When I’m stuck, when I’m in need of a prompt to stir my writing juices, maybe I could just pick up my address book. I could select a name deliberately. I could flip to a page at random. I could pick a name and pick a story to tell. It might be “How We Met.” It might be “After the Wedding.” It might be, “Patsy Moves to a Foreign Country.” It might even be, “Why I’ll Never Write to Curtis Again.”

I might tell the truth. I might weave a tale, inspired by the real-life events my address book suggests. Whatever the Muse whispers, I am pretty sure my address book has the abundance I need to crash my writer’s block.

Not everyone, I realize, still has an old school, pen-and-paper, address book. Many of us archive our contacts in a phone…but those archives, too, have their stories to tell.

Following this thread, I wound up writing a short story about a woman of a certain age who couldn’t avoid the task of sending holiday cards. Here’s the link to that post:

What prompts has life presented to you? Please share your posts with us! Happy blogging, my friends.




The dark has fallen; it’s officially the last night of the year here in Ohio. I had the lovely luxury this week to step back and ponder the holidays, the year gone by, the time to come. And therein lies my post.

Friends, I hope 2018 is a wonderful year for you, filled with joy and adventure and perfect times of quiet and reflection. I look forward to reading about it in your blogs. Happy New Year!




First snow

White Backyard, red passions, and blue moods.
Nothing a fine scotch can’t fix.

#13wordstory #13wordstories Dedicated to FG

Hello, friends! The dark falls earlier each day and everywhere I look, people are lighting up their Christmas decorations. I am thinking about this season of light-in-darkness, and that prompted my post this week:

I hope your life is filled with light and joy! Happy blogging…