Month: October 2012

WORD PICTURE #11

October 11, 2012 · 2 Comments ·

She saw him in her dream.
Emilio was there
Looking just like in times gone by.
The same boyish face-
That once made her heart trip;
looked at her in a desolate stare.
Her heart’s door- he closed recently.
His heart’s door – closed long ago when Sofia left.
She followed him just like old times.
He never stopped.
She pursued.
He deflected.
Sofia prayed.
Emilio ran.
She called.
He never answered.
Sofia hope against all hope for them both.
Emilio’s well of hope dried out long ago.
He only tried to survive his own hell.
She wept.
He had no tears.
She wept for them both.
She changed as did he.
Change is good,
It helped them both move on.

Now when she dreams of him she smiles-to have known him only for the blink of an eye was knowing him for a life time. No one could take that away from her-not even that old devil itself called time.

WORD PICTURE #10

October 10, 2012October 11, 2012 · 2 Comments ·

So how is it that you left it all behind? That’s easy, because you CHOSE to. You decided to take a deep breath and just let it ALL go. When did you decide not to keep on hanging to all that futility? When it absolutely became of no use to you. When you realized it was just a fantasy. When you faced your fear of being alone and decided you matter. YOU MATTER DAMN IT!!!

A dream died but another one flourishes in its stead. Is there ever a replacement of dreams? Or is it a dream exchange; where you trade up for a better one?

She longed for him as a starved soul in a prison longs for the sun light and good nourishment. She ached deep in her bones for him and he remained aloof and detached. Did he ever care? She will never know. Diego never gave Lidia a chance because his heart was torn in so many places by so many people. It now resembled more of an atlas map that had been tossed into a paper shredder. He had no idea how to respond to the flames of an old love. Talking to her excited him to no end. But then he had to go home and face his tormentor and main humiliation. He had made his mistakes with Jo Anne and she had decided to make him relive them every single day. So he was a man tossed and kicked about by the winds of circumstance.

He really had no clue about what he wanted. He wanted Lidia. He longed for her and that’s why he pushed her away completely. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt the one woman he never pursued. To go after her was too late. Lidia was settled or so it seemed. She pleaded with him . She bent over backward for him and Diego still never believed that some one that good was meant for him.

What happened? How can two lovers lose their way so completely to where there is no getting back to where they began? Did they ever have a chance? Where they ever meant to be? There is a mystery in the way a man is with a maiden. Why did it work for others but not for Lidia and Diego? Why did the stars and the constellations never line up for them as they have done so for so many other couples in centuries gone by? Why are there so many lovers whose stars crossed but never align? And why keep asking why? The questions outnumber the answers as the grains of sand on a beach, far outnumber the people who sun bathe on them . How many people are out there spending their days with the wrong person? How many people never give love another chance simply because it didn’t work out with the one they thought was their one and only?

So it’s time to get going! Let go and trade up on your dreams. Yes it’s hard especially when you have to think and believe differently. The old comforts and the new overwhelms. A vintage sweater is best worn with a pair of worn shoes; it keeps you warm and the shoes are familiar with where you’ve walked. But now that you toss them aside for a fresh sweater and new shoes, don’t forget the comfort you once drew from them. Embrace the unventured and wear it well. Be glad for what was and don’t weep for it anymore. Look in the mirror and smile because you are still standing. Enjoy this unchartered place and never long for earlier times; they have a way of beckoning you to stay where you were. Fight the urge to go back to the old and familiar with all your might.

WHAT THE OTHERS HAVE SAID

October 10, 2012 · Leave a comment ·

Today I will post quotes from famous writers. This writing business is tough folks. So next time you run into a writer friend just show him/her some love because it is rough out here in the writing world!

A writer should say to himself, not, How can I get more money?, but How can I reach more readers (without lowering standards)?- Brian Aldiss

It is the writer who might catch the imagination of young people, and plant a seed that will flower and come to fruition.- Isaac Asimov

Rejection slips, or form letters, however tactfully phrased, are lacerations of the soul, if not quite inventions of the devil – but there is no way around them.- Isaac Asimov

He was such a bad writer, they revoked his poetic license.- Milton Berle

I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly.- Edgar Rice Burroughs

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.- Orson Scott Card

There are three difficulties in authorship: to write anything worth publishing — to find honest men to publish it — and to get sensible men to read it.- Charles Caleb Cotton

Find the key emotion; this may be all you need know to find your short story.- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Don’t be dismayed by the opinions of editors, or critics. They are only the traffic cops of the arts.- Gene Fowler

All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you; the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.- Ernest Hemingway

My aim is to put down what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way I can tell it.- Ernest Hemingway

As for the adjective, when in doubt leave it out.- Mark Twain

A critic is a man who knows the way but can’t drive the car.- Kenneth Tynan

Inside every fat book is a thin book trying to get out.- Unknown

ON THE UPSIDE OF LIFE…

October 7, 2012October 7, 2012 · 2 Comments ·

Happy Sunday everyone! I was in a bit of a pensive mood so I decided to look up encouraging words to brighten your day. In this season of political slandering there is so much negativity trashing the air waves.I hope to help clean up the air waves :), if only in some small way, by posting something positive on my blog today. Look up people, it’s not as bad as they are making it seem. Thanks for stopping in and I always say my followers are AWESOME!!!!

October 7, 2012 · Leave a comment ·

True words!

Mystic Politics

Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing…

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WORD PICTURE #9

October 3, 2012October 3, 2012 · Leave a comment ·

El no sabe que sentir. Does he feel relief? Yes and sadness that it has to be this way. Some anger comes and goes when Carlos remembers how much he cared; and for what? He cared because he is that way. He cares because someone has to. He cares because he has a living, breathing heart. But now Carlos knows not to care when someone has given up. Don’t care more than the other person. Is this right? He is not really sure. The thing is he is fresh out of answers. That’s right you heard it from the bird: No more answers to be found here.

All Carlos has now is a faith that guides him uphill, on a path strewn with uncertainty. Every day he wakes up to the sun and it greets him with the same warmth he felt yesterday. Carlos goes to bed at night under the same twinkling stars and bright lit moon; knowing everything is going to be fine no matter what he chooses. He has wings now. Carlos can fly because he is not afraid to . All that holds him back now is himself and he is not going to let that happen. As long as Carlos is alive he will keep soaring higher and higher because the chicken coop is no place for an eagle like he.

He did his best. Carlos knows deep inside, where it really counts, that he gave his all and that, he will never, ever regret. When Carlos chose his life he decided to make it worth his while. He never was one to complain because after all, everything that has come into his life was based on the decisions he made . Who can he blame for the bad decisions? NO ONE! No one is at fault here, not even Carlos because he learned to cut himself some slack and go easy on the boy who as it turns out, is not Super Man or Iron Man; He is HUMAN and that is all. Carlos
never said he knew everything. He just said he’d find out if he didn’t know.
Is Carlos’s world crashing down? Yes it is. He used to be afraid of that happening and that’s why he fought alone for so long. He tried to keep a team of wild horses from careening down that precipice and now that he let go of the reins , he finds it is amazingly easier to let go than he previously imagined. Now that they are crashing, Carlos finds relief and a bit of annoyance for not having done it sooner.

Word Picture #8

October 1, 2012October 1, 2012 · 5 Comments ·

I never go to political rallies of any kind, it just doesn’t interest me. Today, my youngest daughter Raquel talked me into going to hear Ann Romney speak. She even prompted me by asking if I could count our outing as part of her history class and I agreed.

I am so glad I went to this rally! When we arrived there it was crowded and hot in that building. Excitement was in the air and I was blessed to see that my almost 12-year-old was happy to be there. The rally didn’t last long and as the crowd thinned we went outside. After a few minutes of sitting in front of The Romney blue and white bus, Raquel told me she wanted to go back in to get Mrs. Romney’s autograph. So back in we went.

This time luck was on our side because she was still taking pictures with people. We made our way to the front and suddenly I grabbed my proof copy of Salsa! The Taste of Life, and I gave it to Raquel to have the future first lady sign it. We waited for a bit and she finally saw my girl waving and calling out, ” Mrs. Romney , please sign my mom’s book!” Mrs. Romney looked at her and smiled and then she took the book from her small hands. The security guard standing beside Mrs. Romney brusquely grabbed it and flipped quickly through the pages and then he handed my book back so she could sign it. That was the last thing Mrs. Romney signed, then they whisked her away to meet other people.

As we walked home, Raquel beamed with pride saying this was the BEST history class she ever had. I am so proud of her at this moment for having talked me into it!

Eva Santiago

Author

Month: October 2012

WORD PICTURE #11

WHAT THE OTHERS HAVE SAID

ON THE UPSIDE OF LIFE…

WORD PICTURE #9

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