Showing posts with label My Kitchen Table. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Kitchen Table. Show all posts

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Veteran's Day





Remembering your sacrifices and those of your families this Veteran’s Day.

God Bless Our Vets


With gratitude and wishes for many, many

Blessings,

Vicki

Friday, October 01, 2010

Character: Bitterness

WARNING:  THIS IS A NO-EDIT ZONE...

I few nights ago, I watched an interview with a “personality” that intrigued me.  At one time, he was funny, bright and interesting.  Listening to him was entertaining and at times enlightening.

Now, years later, he’s still interesting but for very different reasons.  He’s grown rude and arrogant--considers himself superior to others and makes no bones about it.  He projects the image of being wise and all-knowing and yet gets the facts he offers proving it wrong.

It was hard to reconcile these two distinct and very different people as one person.  And it yet was, and that’s what sparked my interest.

My imagination went into overdrive.  What had happened to him?  I continued to watch, seeking clues, watching for tips or hints that would give me insight.  He offered nothing of value beyond his arrogance, attacking and belittling others who happen to be different.  Simply put, those who agree with him are worthy of breathing.  Those who don’t agree with him are too stupid to live.

And then toward the end, I caught a glimpse that carried a sense not of what happened, but of the results of that something.  Bitterness.

What happened to cause this man to become jaded or cynical or bitter isn’t known, but his disillusionment was apparent.

So while I and half the rest of the world were insulted by this man, it was easy to let go of the irritation created by his comments.  They were still unreasonable, arrogant and rude and well as inaccurate, but  he, like the rest of us, is imperfect and flawed.  And whatever caused him to change into this person he’s become, carrying that bitterness is a heavy load.

I don’t envy him his path.  True, he’s choosing daily--even hourly--to walk it, but sometimes when you’re mired in the maze, the way out can be hard to see.

And that got me to thinking that a person who drastically changes makes for a very interesting and complex character.  One caveat.  The man didn’t show a single redemptive quality.  I’m sure he has them, he just didn’t show them.  A character can’t do that and carry much story weight.  So give your character a redeeming quality and you’ve got a strong complex character--a worthy villain.


Has to be a villain.  A hero just doesn’t hang onto bitterness.  He isn’t rude or arrogant.  He doesn’t consider himself superior to others.  He doesn’t have to tell you he’s heroic; his actions make that evident.  A hero might be bitter about something, but he resolves it and moves on.

I hope the man too finds his way to a resolution.  That will take seeking one, of course, and for whatever reason he doesn’t at this point seem to be ready to do that.  More’s the pity.  But hope springs eternal, and for his sake, I dare to hope that he gets ready soon.  His soul is clearly weary.  And that is an even heavier burden to carry than bitterness.

Blessings,

Vicki

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Mother's Day--Do You Remember?




It’s Mother’s day. A day of breakfast in bed, lunch out with the family, a day of remembrance of our own mothers who are no longer with us. It’s a day a year set aside as a reminder of moms, step-moms, surrogate and foster moms--the woman in your life who helped shape you into the human being you have become.

My thoughts turn to a mother today who gave birth to a healthy baby boy. At five-months of age, he contracted meningitis--which was at the time never before seen in that area of the country. He went down for a nap--typical and ordinary--but he didn’t wake up. He stayed in a coma thirty-one days. When he awakened, he was paralyzed on the right side of his body. His elbow permanently bent, his brain damaged. The doctors expected that he wouldn’t live long. The brightest prognosis was that he would be a vegetable. That he would never speak, never walk, never sit, never feed himself, never develop mentally. He would not live beyond the age of three. They recommended that he be placed in a permanent medical facility; one woman couldn’t take care of him twenty-four seven year in and out.

The mother and father refused, and there were mumblings afoot that there would be a court order issued to demand he be institutionalized. This, authorities then deemed as merciful, removing the heart-... READ MORE...

Friday, March 12, 2010

Never Give Up--You Just Might Make It!















Alicia Dean dreamed of being a published author. Now she is. Join me in a discussion on her journey. Hopefully, you'll gain insights relevant to your own.

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Blessings,

Vicki

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Writers and Worry: Avoiding Prolonged Visits to the Abyss













Writers worry. It's the yang side of the creative ying. Yet prolonged visits to the black hole of the abyss aren't constructive. Those visits rob from creativity and life. Here are some tips--the greatest of which is alluded to--write with purpose because you love it.



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