T is for Tea Please #atozchallenge

 

“I’m heading downstairs for some coffee, want something?”

“a Passion Tea would be wonderful” Addy didn’t even look up from the script she was reading.

“ are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”
”can’t gotta get through this script before 3:00. It is going to be a long afternoon at this rate.”

Addy’s office was too dark and the afternoons spent reading scripts always put her to sleep, coffee would be a energy kick but she never could acquire a taste for it…

M is for One More Minute… #atozchallenge

 

“One more minute, pweezzz  Nannie..” his little voice pleaded with Nanny

“It is time for bed little guy.” She tried to stand strong but his big blue eyes and soft blond wispy curls made it hard to say no.

“but Bear isn’t finished playing with Joey…” he was really trying to win her over.

“ Now Bear, it is time for your young friend Joey to climb into bed,” she picked up the well loved white bear gently setting him next to the blue pillow on  the white toddler bed. “There, look Joey, Bear is all ready for bed, if you climb into bed Nanny can read you both a goodnight story.”

The curly haired blue eyed toddler climbed up onto his bed, “ Goodnight Moon,  Goodnight Moon” he requested with a joyful clapping.

“Goodnight Moon it is , little one” Nanny gently laid the toddler down and pulled the  blue comforter over him. She pulled the glider toward his bed just enough to begin reading his favorite bedtime story.

I is for Ideas (where do they come from) #atozchallenge

 

I remember when a college professor telling us  “Write what you know”.  I  always fought the idea.I didn’t want to write what  I knew,but now I  love  going back and pulling from what I know to get ideas. That is just one place ideas come from. I see things in daily life of a homeschool mom that inspire an idea or a rabbit trail to explore. I also love pulling ideas from family letters and diaries, I inherited an  amazing collection of letters circa 1880s between my G-G-Grandparents during his time on the railroad.

Ideas come from so many places.  I love using mental graphic organizers to grow ideas or break down ideas that are just too complex.

I love using journal prompts or daily prompts online if I find myself sharing at that infamous brick wall also known as writers’ block. Sometimes a looming deadline can also help, sometimes it can also become the mortar holding those bricks together.

Where do your ideas come from?

H is for Help #atozchallenge

All she had to do was ask, he would be there for her no matter what if she would only ask. Jeremy was waiting for her to simply ask for help, he loved her and would hold on to her as long as she needed.

Brei didn’t know how to ask for help yet, she was still more comfortable in her darkness behind the security of the wall that she built around her heart.  She knew Jeremy meant breaking down the wall that she spent so long building around her heart.  Help was there but did she really know how to ask for it.

**** yes I know this one was short, it is a piece of a bigger picture...****

G is for letting down the Guard #atozchallenge

Could she let him in? Was he the real thing? Brei wasn’t sure if she  was really ready for something so real.  Jeremy seemed to have it all, a job, goals, ambition, and a heart as big as the world. There  was a security wall that Brei had built around her heart over the years, but slowly he was breaking down her wall brick by brick. 
The darkness was her comfort, her security wall; Jeremy was a light invading the darkness and Brei wasn’t sure if that light brought safety or more fear.
“Come on, let's get some lunch.” his voice snapped her backed to reality.
" OK , but something light.” she didn’t think she could eat with her mind wandering.
“ The Snack Shack it is then. “  The new café has just opened on campus and offered a lighter faire, it also offered a quiet quaint atmosphere where she could get lost in her thoughts but still have the comfort of his presence

S is for Snowy Nights lost in a darkness #atozchallenge

The window seem to glow as crystal in the night snow.
Each snow flake added another level.
Snowy nights wrap my mind in a cool white blanket,
Every snowflake inspires a new idea,
Where does it lead?

E is for Energy

“Energy, I need to see the energy!” the commanding voice of the artistic director drilled through her body, her feet blasted stinging pains and her arms arched to drop to the floor. This was not the way she thought it would be. The modern style took more energy most days than her classical ballet training ever did. Oh how she longed for the days of her classical training, full of structure and the same technique she was comfortable in.
No this is my opportunity to grow as a dancer, to show that even a classically trained dancer can express emotions.
“More  Energy, more, is that too much? Let’s take 5 and start from the top”… his voice snapped her back to reality.

D is for darkness #atozchallenge

Darkness
Comfort
Hiding places
Warmth
Alone
Darkness is such a save place for some. For this writer it has actually become my most inspiring place.
If I am surrounded by darkness, I am free of distractions, free to let go and join my cast of characters.

C is for Courage

Oh to have the strength and courage to express myself to those around me, without fear.
I long for the day that I can stand strong and know that what I want to say will be heard by the people that need to hear it.  I want to express my inner most thoughts without worrying who may be offended by my thoughts.
why after all these years to I worry about that so much. I am a writer and I know that I have a voice. While it may be a timid voice some days, other days it has the power of a thousand armies.
I want the courage I use to posses, the courage to stand strong in my conviction, the courage to not fear rejection, the courage to know in my heart of hearts that I am right.
Courage is  a funny thing you know. It comes to you when you least expect it. Some days it comes to me as I write, like tonight as I sit here in the dark typing I feel the courage I need to write even this simple post. One day I will be able to write so much more.

B is for boys

Two little men, rather small, but eager to please nanny as she shuttled them toward their bedroom. Mother and Father would  be home within the hour and expected their little boys to be in bed and near sleeping.
Nanny wasn't sure they would make it, but she was giving it her best. Most evenings Mother and Father were off at some charity event while Nanny watched the boys. Mother and Father would return in time to check in on the boys tucked in their beds. The next morning it was again Nanny who would get the up and ready for the day.
Oscar being 7 was already in school full time so Nanny got him up first , helping him get his school uniform on and breakfast eaten before waking  Jonathan up. Jonathan was only 4 and preschool was only 3 days and in the afternoon so there wasn't the strong push to get him ready.  Nanny would get him up and dressed  as Oscar was eating breakfast. Following Oscar's breakfast Nanny and Jonathan would walk Oscar the 9 blocks to the big brick building where he would spend the rest of the day.
Nanny walked Jonathan back to the house and set up his breakfast. Some morning Mother would join then for the late breakfast and let Jonathan tell her about his adventures.  Nanny would pick up their bedroom and then play or read Jonathan a story to fill the time before lunch and  preschool.
Nanny loved her boys and her boys loved her.