http://zette.blogspot.com/2013/12/sign-up-for-2014-two-year-novel-course.html
Sharing and posting on my phone while toddler watches her Abby. I really miss writing and am going to give Zett's 2 year class another shot. The layout of the course is good, I just have trouble sticking to regular writing.
So wish me luck, and check it out if anyone else is interested.
I used to play around with Google Earth awhile back on my computer. Then yesterday I decided to try it out again, this time on my phone. I had been on Google maps and noticed a link to Earth.
As I was scrolling though the Earth I started getting setting ideas for my NaNoWriMo novel idea. Which got me looking more at the app for further ideas. Its like my muse is globe trotting.
A benefit of my phone over the computer is the touch screen. But also the ease of sharing is nice. I've sent a few "shares" from the app to my secret Pinterest novel board. The app allows for saving an image at the current pan / zoom level.
On any platform there are the links to Wikipedia. Thoes can be read and bookmarked as needed.
I've found it frustrating to use blogger from my Android phone with doing more than one picture. Not that I blog tons of images, but there are times I want a few pictures posted. Especially for my app related posts.
So after a recent app update I thought I'd give this another try. Turns out that I can add more than one image. But it's separate from the text editor. Unlike the wordpress app which lets me choose where I want to have each image within a post.
Here are two pictures from my newest app from the Google play store. Magic Kalideo.
Shape not defined
Water flowing over rocks
Tumbling twirling misting
Falling into pools and ponds
Light warming trees
Glowing growing
Bathing the world in color
Energy driving toddler
Little legs pumping in exploration
Running roaming starting stopping.
Squat down to poke
At leaf trembling on ground
Next to puddle of water.
Crinkle splash.
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Had no idea what to write today so I googled words that start with X.
xenomorphic: having a form not its own via http://phrontistery.info/x.html
AtoZ
A sign once said:
"Dance is the only art
In which we are the media"
True as that may be
Any art has self as main force.
Like writing.
The writer uses words
Words from the soul
Words from our core
Poured onto the page
Crafted yes.
But thought out. Planned. Revised.
Still us.
I vow to you daughter of mine
To be there in good times and tough times
When you are well, and when you are sick.
When you are giggling happily with glee
When your face is scrunched with tears
When we are awake during the day
When you need me during the depths of night
I make this promise to you, daughter of mine
I know your needs will be many
And I will have to arrange around them wants of mine
But joy and love you bring
Daughter of mine
In the deapths of the night
In the light of day
Your many moods, our many joys
Growing changing,
Excited in your new skills.
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Adults make vows to each other, but what about to a baby, a totally dependent human being? That got me thinking about writing something like this.
New knowledge?
Facts that have been learned
Facts remembered
Points of data previously not known
Rote recall
A challenge occurs
Facts not remembered
Lesson not learned
Another challenge
Facts put to use
In a different way even
Knowledge becomes understanding
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Ya, random poem of random.
Second hand on the clock
Ticking back and forth, back and forth
never moving forward.
Passage of time stalled
A moment paused
Plastic plant, never changing
Always green
Leaves always lifted
A moment waiting
Hiss sputter stutter
Growl meow oupt.
Rumble
Da doh that da da
Sounds all around
Many sources
Echoed by tiny human
Toddler sound board
Standing up tall
Stretching onto tip toes
Arms overhead
Fingers extended
carrying the energy from the arms
Almost with reach
Just a little further
Q
High scoring scrabble letter
don’t know what to do
most times you need your friend U
long words
short words
Even words with W
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I could have looked up Q words to see what fit, but this was fun.
I'm still thinking of the car post. It may be more of a random musing v an actual poem.
Picture in time
Never changing
Moment captured
Moment remembered
Every physical detail
There for every glance
Tiny tic tac toes
Hands like stars
Squishy newborn face
Welcome to the world
Opportunity abounds
If only know where to look
If only take a chance
If only try something new
Stretch yourself
Challenge yourself
Opening up into something new.
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This almost became "oh what to name a car" thanks to my musings on the way home. But I'd already jotted most of this down on paper while waiting for my workout class to start.
Though the car bit may come up here or there sometime. It was rather geeky. And maybe sort of funny, probably more on a local level.
After the tragedy in Boston yesterday I'm not in a poem mood. I just don't know what to say.
Yesterday was also a day of honoring the Webster Firefighters shot on Christmas eve. I'd been thinking of Webster on my way to work.
No way to say, how to wrap my head around tragedy upon tragedy. Bloody pictures splattered across the media outlets for a brief focused time. Then forgetting the people, the families, the communities paths to healing.
Grasses dancing and waving in the wind
Puffy white clouds gliding across a shimmering sky
Birds swooping diving circling soaring. Landing
Webbed feet skate on glistening water
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I was looking at a picture of a tree shadow when this idea came to me.
Warmth from the sun
Colors coming alive
Vivid reds, glowing yellows
Greens and blues
Stretching to the horizon
Mental images of things yet to be
Hopes and dreams of what could be
Subject near, far, realistic, or extraordinary
Anyone anytime anyplace anything
Whispers of Hope
Evening stretches into night
Another phase of the moon slips by
Awake I lie
Whispers in the heavy darkness
"Is this time my Hope?"
Whispers heard only by me.
More evenings, more nights
Darkness mixed with whispers.
Times missed, whispers still asking.
Whispers answering
Internal apple seed.
Is that you, Hope?
Picture on the dark screen.
Little girl now whispering.
Yes it is me.
I've been waiting for you.
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I'm using a poem I wrote awhile back. When I was thinking of H coming up I just had to use this.
Moving forward
One foot in front of another
Learning new things
Day break
Changes changing
Rebirth renewal
Starting fresh and new
Dew on newly green grass.
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Quick one today, sort of uninspired of course I was thinking G for awhile.
Meow
Stretch and pose
Fuzzy face turned skyward
Tail twitching body relaxing
Curling into a ball
Tail surrounds
A to Z, epic blog challenge
My first try in 2011
Met new bloggers
Challenged my blogging skills
Creativity streatched around tricky letters
X U Q oh my!
Extreme? Does that count?
Zip zap: Push to the finish line
Crossing it with new friends.
Thanks to Arlee Bird for starting the challenge!
Arlee's blog - http://tossingitout.blogspot.com/
