07.24.2017

Narnia, Star Wars, Little House On The Prairie – Which Do You Want?

I posted this question on facebook recently, and thought you all might like to see the answers. Post yours below, if you would like!

This is a very important and extremely serious question so grab a slice of pie and ice cream and get ready to think really, really hard. If you had to go and live inside one of these books for the rest of your life, which would you choose and why? Extra points: Which character would you be?

1) The Narnia Chronicles.
2) The Lord of The Rings
3) Star Wars
4) Fifty Shades of Grey
5) Little House on The Prairie
6) Outlander

 

Bridgette Tullos I would be a Jedi from Star Wars that lived on a Little House on a Paririe that lived in the Shire in Scotland
Kelly Kile
Kelly Kile Definitely Star Wars!!! And I would be my hero, Princess/General Leia. She’s such a badass! One of the first women I ever looked up to <3
Kelly J. Phillips
Kelly J. Phillips Totally agree!
Simone Gonzales Laura from Little house on the Prairie because she is spunky and fun, I like to be outside, and it was my favorite show as a kid
Keleigh Wagner
Keleigh Wagner ⬆️ what she said 😉
Cathy Lamb
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Tonni Callan
Tonni Callan Definitely Narnia
Michelle Petrazzoulo Dukette
Michelle Petrazzoulo Dukette Outlander- because I could travel through time to exciting destinations and always return to a loving and handsome Scotsman in a kilt.
Jen Wheatley
Jen Wheatley Outlander. Scotland, adventure and being a sassy foul-mouthed Sassenach? Yes please.
Keily Davis Derrick
Keily Davis Derrick Outlander!!!!
Linda French
Linda French i think it would be outlander for me as well..love Jamie!
Carol Woods
Carol Woods Laura from Little House on the Prairie! Why would I be Laura, she’s a writer, very good at it & she is the heart of the show. Unafraid to be herself.
Terri Johnsen
Terri Johnsen Fifty shades……Anastasia!
Donamae Clausen Kutska
Donamae Clausen Kutska Little house laura she’s brave fun and has imagination.
Rachel Lamb
Rachel Lamb The lord of the rings as some bad ass arrow shooting elf

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Cathy Lamb
Cathy Lamb You crack me up Rachel Lamb
Barb Dowdell James
Barb Dowdell James Outlander would be my first inclination as I could travel through the stones to different times but then I am a creature who likes modern plumbing every day so for that alone I will say Fifty Shades– but only as a secretary or something because he and she and just too hinky for my liking…….
Pamela Bohrer Allen
Pamela Bohrer Allen Well I’ve never seen 1,2 3, or 6, so I’ll go with Little House and Laura! Such a wonderful character, fun and adventure! Maybe I’ll check out the other movies sometime..if I can get my nose out of a good book! ♡
Laurie Becker
Laurie Becker Outlander!
Kelly J. Phillips
Kelly J. Phillips Star Wars- I could be Leia!! But no one, and I mean no one wants me in the metal bikini!!
Although I could handle Anastasia Steele as well.
Katie Linder
Katie Linder If I can’t be Anne of Green Gables, I’ll be Laura.
Connie Binion
Connie Binion Little House On The Prairie
Laura she was bold and brave
Times were hard but she and her family made the best of every day
Marilyn Dummer Grable
Marilyn Dummer Grable Little house!!!
I do love outlander.
Noreen DePersis Karcher
Noreen DePersis Karcher Little House on the Prairie.
Dusti Douglass
Dusti Douglass Realistically, as a nerd, this is an impossible question to answer as there are lengthy arguments for numbers 1, 2, and 3. 😆
Sherie Nash
Sherie Nash “Little House’, and Ma…that was easy.
Debbie Rhodes
Debbie Rhodes Little House. I would be Caroline Engels, the mom because I loved Michael Landon, what a cutie. I like olden days and simple times and I would like making my own clothes and you can’t beat fresh garden vegis! I already have nightgowns and a bonnet. Ha
Tina Ann Forkner
Tina Ann Forkner Outlander. ❤️
Joleen Wheeler
Joleen Wheeler Star wars and go on glorious star gazing trips

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Nanci Noyer
Nanci Noyer Little House for sure!
Annette Herbst
Annette Herbst Little House!
Lori Taylor
Lori Taylor Little House … Im a middle sister and my name is Laura.. I always thought I was her anyway 😂😂
Tosha Dillard
Tosha Dillard Laura from Little House on the Pairie. Read the books and love the show.
Greer Macallister
Greer Macallister I would probably live in Fifty Shades just because it seems that world offers the least chance of dying. (Look, even the Prairie had its dangers!) I could just be some sort of bystander or sassy friend or something, right?
Diana Bjarko Fahrenbruck
Diana Bjarko Fahrenbruck I would be the heroine from Outlander❤️❤️ for sure!!!
Ellen Urbani
Ellen Urbani Little House. And I’m pretty sure I am Pa in a dress.
Lindsay Hartgroves
Lindsay Hartgroves LOTR, because of the language, the countryside, the pure fantasy of it all. I’d be Arwen obviously because she finally gets Aragorn (yum)
Sallee Kirby Lines
Sallee Kirby Lines Little house for sure Laura of course grown loving that show!
Susan Dentler Cross
Susan Dentler Cross I’ve been thinking really hard, all the while eating my pie and ice cream but not finished thinking! Another piece of pie and ice cream and I will make a firm decision! But I am leaning toward Laura in “Little House”!
Joyce Ferrell
Joyce Ferrell Outlander, Claire or little house, laura
Karen Calcagno
Karen Calcagno Outlander…just for the sake of Jamie 💖💖💖
But really, little house. Simple life rules with trees bustling in the breeze
Sharon French
Sharon French Outlander. I’d be Clare (sp?) She is brave and a healer. She is also very strong and has a man in a kilt for a husband!!!!! Yes!!!!! I could live this life if I had too!
Cathy Doces Foster
Cathy Doces Foster I second that!!
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Sydney Derrick
Sydney Derrick Christian grey from fifty shades, wouldn’t mind the extra funds
Cathy Lamb
Cathy Lamb Sydney Derrick You crack me up
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Cathy Doces Foster
Cathy Doces Foster The Lord of the Rings. Character The Fairy Princess with Ryder after the ring was destroyed. 

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Cathy Doces Foster
Cathy Doces Foster Wait I changed my mind. Legolas’s wife!!!
Cathy Doces Foster
Cathy Doces Foster Or Jamie’s wife in Outlander.
Cathy Lamb

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Connie Cannon

 

Connie Cannon Little House
Eileen Goudge

 

Eileen Goudge Little House with a watermelon patch.
Leslie Stacye Lindsay
Leslie Stacye Lindsay I’m thinking LHOTP and Half-Pint for sure…but you had me at pie and ice cream.
Stella Kensington-Reece
Stella Kensington-Reece Little House. A bit of each character, even Nellie Oleson!

 

 

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07.19.2017

Need Chocolates And A Book? Julia’s Chocolates is $7.43

She threw her wedding dress into a dead tree on a dusty road in North Dakota and took off to a farmhouse painted pink with a rainbow bridge in the front yard and five giant concrete pigs. She started over.

This is the cheapest I’ve ever seen Julia’s Chocolates, paperback, sell for. $7.43.

https://www.amazon.com/Julias-Chocolates-Cathy-Lamb/dp/0758214626/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

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06.27.2017

Chocolates For Life And Advice On Writing

 

This article is not actually all about chocolate, although it looks delicious, and I definitely need more in my diet for nutritional purposes ONLY.

No, this article is about writing.

I had to go to some really smart people to get advice on how to write.

Thanks to these really smart people. I hope you have a box of chocolates today: Amy Guertin Reichert, Amy Nathan, Susan Gloss Parsons, Kaira Sturdivant Rouda, Weina Dai Randel, Eileen Goudge, Ellen Urbani, Lisa Barr, Sally Koslow Nicole Lynn Baart, Kerstin Carlson March, Brandi Megan Granett, Katie Rose Sandra Block and Sonja Yoerg.

Chocolates For Life And Advice On Writing

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06.26.2017

Golfing and Writing And Throwing Clubs In A Lake

(Printed in Writers In the Storm: http://writersinthestormblog.com/)

I recently started golfing. My husband (nicknamed “Innocent Husband” because the poor man can never be held responsible for what his wife says or writes), made me.

He has been hoping I would golf with him for over two decades.

I have resisted. Even thinking about trying to put a tiny white ball into a tiny hole hundreds of yards off made my brain want to bust open and shriek.

But Innocent Husband recently bought me clubs, smiled endearingly, and I caved.

I am a terrible golfer. No one told me that golf balls have evil brains. No one told me that the golf ball will do whatever it wants to do no matter how I swing the club. I have hit trees and almost Innocent Husband. I have hit my ball into grass so deep, and so far off course, it took ten minutes to find it.

But I love it. Unbelievably. Miraculously. I love it. As I love writing.

So let me link golfing and writing if I can. I think they have some things in common besides swear words.

1) Practice Swinging and Scribbling . Golfing takes practice. It’s going to take a lot of practice for me to get the ball to go straight instead of heading straight towards the sand pit. Writing does, too. It takes practice for beginners and for people who have won The National Book Award. You must write. Write and edit your manuscript, but write an article or a blog, too. If you like poetry, write a poem. Write a letter. Write on your computer, write by hand in a beautiful journal. Write in a whole new genre. Write.

2) Analyze and Dissect. You need to analyze your golf swing so you don’t keep swinging and swinging…and the golf ball is still sitting there cackling meanly up at you from the tee.

You need to analyze your own work. Don’t tell yourself you’re terrible, but take a hard, deep, honest look at your plot. Will it find an audience? Who is your audience? Is the plot, truly, interesting? What about the characters? Are they unique, compelling, funny, maddening or diabolical? If they need to be likable, are they likable? What about the pacing of your book? Slow pacing kills a plot. I have seen this a hundred times. Is your plot moving right along?

What about the dialogue? Is it realistic? Is it flat out amusing or threatening or thought provoking or utterly sincere? Does it tell the reader about the personality of the characters? Are you using the setting and weather to enhance the plot? Are there character arcs? Will your story evoke emotion in the reader? Will it make them laugh or cry or think or all three? It should.

3) Get Outside and Groove. You need to get outside to golf unless you want to break a window and you need to get outside to write. On nice days I set my computer up on my table in my back yard. Hiking helps. Walking helps. Going to the lake or the beach or the mountain helps. (Don’t golf in the mountains.) You need to get a different perspective and being outside will help you think through your work.

4) Learn from others, like I learn from Innocent Husband when he’s coaching me on the golf course and telling me not to treat the golf ball as the enemy. Read your favorite authors and take their work apart. Why do you like their books? How can you put those elements in your own work? I have learned from Geraldine Brooks, Alice Walker, James McBride, Bailey White, Kaye Gibbons, etc. If you read a book you didn’t like, why? What can you do to make sure you don’t repeat that author’s mistake?

5) Never throw your golf clubs in the lake. Too expensive. Never quit writing if it’s something you love to do. Never.

Good luck. I mean that, I do.

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06.20.2017

A Teeny, Tiny Lie About Golfing

For years I told Innocent Husband, an avid golfer, that I would golf with him when I retired.

That was deceptive.

I have no plans to retire from writing. I like daydreaming while slugging down coffee and translating daydreams into stories.

I told him that teeny, tiny marital lie because I didn’t want to golf.

For me, a person who is not very patient, trying to put a tiny white ball into a tiny hole in the ground from hundreds of yards away is my idea of mental mayhem and emotional chaos.

I pictured myself hurdling my club into the sky in frustration and accidentally hitting a sweet duck flying overhead.

I pictured myself as one of those crazy people who heaves their clubs into a pond and then stumbles in after them.

But then Innocent Husband, who so wants me to golf with him, broke the agreement about retirement/golfing.

He got a sweetheart of a deal on golf clubs, secretly signed me up for lessons with two of my girlfriends, and voila. I’m out on the driving range.

Susan and Debbie and I looked at each other in disbelief that first day. How did we get here? What the heck happened? They are also non-golfers and were tricked into this game by their husbands.

I was terrible. What was this stick thing I was gripping? Why did the ball go sailing off to the right instead of straight? I actually managed to hit one ball almost straight up into the air. Another three feet and I would have had a black eye or no nose.

Innocent Husband, delighted at my attempts, took me out on the golf course.  I swung and missed hitting that bad ball, sitting on the tee, mocking me, laughing at me, numerous times.

I sent one ball careening into someone’s backyard. I hit three trees, as if the trees were my enemy. I darn near smacked Innocent Husband with a golf ball and did not yell, “Fore!” because I didn’t know I was supposed to.

In addition, putting is a mystery. I seem to have to whack every ball as far as I can, as if speed is of the essence.

But a funny thing happened: I loved it.

Yes, I love golf. I don’t have the cute, spiffy golf clothes that women wear. I am wearing an old orange golf shirt of my husband’s and green shorts I’ve had for at least five years. So no cutesy skort for me with a matching collared shirt.

But I’ve learned something:  I really need to try more new things. I have been swamped with writing, raising kids, a house and garden, and a whole bunch of other stressful “life stuff” that unfortunately comes down the pike for all of us.

Which led me to this question, especially since I am now an empty-nester: What else should I try? What else would be interesting or entertaining or just flat out new?

What  hobbies or interests do you want to try? What adventures do you want to have? What countries or states do you want to visit?

I’m makin’ my list and checkin’ it twice.

Have a wonderful summer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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06.20.2017

Short, Sweet, Happy Beach Reads

If you like short stories, that I PROMISE will end happy, try these. I have a story in each anthology.

I tried to put a lot of humor in because I think we women all need to laugh. I LOVED writing these modern-day, real women, real men romances.

I think I’m a romantic at heart. My husband might disagree, but I do TRY. And trying counts, right?

https://www.amazon.com/Cathy-Lamb/e/B001IGO5L0

 

 

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06.12.2017

On Writing With Passion

My latest column on writing in Ms. Career Girl…

(http://www.mscareergirl.com/2017/05/28/on-writing-with-passion/)

There is a very boring piece of advice for not-yet published writers that floats around the writing community and it is this: Write what you know.

To that I ask: Why?

If you want to write about what you know, do so. If you don’t, don’t.

Do not limit yourself. Do not fence your ideas for your book into you and your life.

Do not clip your own literary imagination.

Do not require of yourself all knowledge before embarking upon writing a book you are desperate to write. That’s what research is for. That’s what interviewing people is for. That’s what reading is for. That’s what letting your imagination go stark wild and crazy is for.

 

On Writing With Passion

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06.12.2017

Using Scissors On My New Novel

Just another Monday, cutting up a new novel…

Is it strange to cackle while wielding scissors?

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05.30.2017

Pearl Was The Miracle My Mother Needed

Pearl was a miracle.

The miracle arrived in 1983 with a smile and a wave when she was desperately needed. I am convinced she was a gift from the angels to my mother.

My grandpa, Thomas Cecil, who had a hole in his nose from cancer, was dying.

The man who was born a poor Arkansas farm boy with ten siblings who ended up building homes all over Los Angeles with his brothers, was refusing to go to the doctors. He didn’t like, or trust, doctors and their newfangled medicines.

He was also refusing to allow my mother to put him in a care home because he didn’t trust that, either, and he was refusing to leave his condo to live with us.

Thomas Cecil was a stubborn, hard-charging man who had soft spots for his wife, his daughter, and his grandchildren, but he was dying and he would do it the way he wanted to do it, at home, dang it all to hell, stop bothering me, leave me alone.

But my grandpa’s stubbornness took a toll on my mother, his devoted daughter. Bette Jean could not be his full time care giver, in his home, and that’s what he needed – full time care.

My mother’s challenges in life at that time were huge.

She was not only a full time English teacher, she had four teenagers, in various states of rebellion, and a father who was critically ill whom she saw many times a week in his condo – making that 40 minute drive both ways.

My mother told me that before she went to teach school at my junior high, she would often cry in the shower for her dying father. As soon as she walked into school, though, that bright smile went on because her students needed her.

She was doing right by everyone as a mother, wife, and daughter, and as a teacher, and she was utterly exhausted.

(You may well relate to my mother’s exhaustion.)

But things deteriorated rapidly for my grandpa. He was forced into the hospital, the doctors told him and my mother there was nothing they could do, the cancer was all over, and it was about palliative care only.

He could not go home to his condo, that was now an impossibility, and he had to have full time care. My mother and father started looking for places for him to go, but none was right, none was caring enough, all were too far.

And then Pearl came into our lives.

She moved in right next door to us with that smile and a wave.
Pearl was about sixty five. White hair, built a little like a Mack truck, full make up, a steel magnolia from the south with a huge heart.

And, here’s the miracle: She ran a private care home for the elderly.

Exactly when my mother was exhausted and drained, Pearl and her clean, safe care home arrived. You could almost hear those angels’ wings swooshing through the air between our houses.

My mother immediately moved my protesting grandpa from the hospital into the private care home twenty feet from our front door.

We visited that first day, my sister and me, and my Grandpa was rather rude to Pearl, if I do say so myself. It was way out of character. I had never heard him speak rudely to a woman, that just wasn’t done in his Southern gentleman side of the world. But he was terminally ill and in a ton of pain from the cancer that was eating him.

The next day, well, all I can say is that Pearl The Steel Magnolia had shaped my Grandpa up. Pearl took no lip from anyone, including older men who were dying, and she let Thomas Cecil know that.

I think she drugged him up pretty good, too, bless her southern heart, so he was feeling no pain, and therefore his better nature came back.

She took charge of that stubborn man, told him what was what, and from then on out they got along like bees and honey.

My grandpa, a widower, later asked Pearl to marry him. I don’t know if he meant it or if it was the pain killers talking. She did cheerfully decline.

My grandpa wasn’t in the care home for very long. Weeks maybe? A few months? But for my mother, Pearl was a gift. Instead of teaching all day, handling four teenagers, then driving to see her ill father in a care home he would have hated, and complained about extensively, or the dreaded hospital he avoided all his life, she walked next door.

I could feel my Grandpa dying as I sat in my bedroom late one night. I walked over to Pearl’s and joined my tearful mother, and he was gone. We all cried. We loved our Grandpa.

What was interesting, yet again, was that it wasn’t long after my grandpa died that Pearl disappeared. She just moved out. The angel flew off.

Pearl was there when my Grandpa and mother desperately needed her, and then she was gone.

Yes, I do believe in miracles. They come in different forms, I think. Sometimes it’s a miraculous event. Sometimes it’s a cure. Sometimes it’s a person.

It is always a mystery.

Wishing you all the beauty of miracles when you need them.

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05.16.2017

Mrs. Insomnia and I

This is what Mrs. Insomnia does to me.

I quit writing at two in the morning last night and couldn’t sleep until 7:30. My mind is a fuzzy, clanging, grumpy mess when I finally drag myself back to my computer.

I say only one long, very bad word when I look at what I’ve written and believe it to be, currently, total trash.

I begin to contemplate a new career as an orchid grower in central America. This reminds me that I need to garden.

Surely I can find some peace near the pink rhododendrons and magnolia tree? At the very least I can procrastinate before throwing my computer through a window.

My feet feel a bit odd, but hey, there are weeds to be pulled! Then I realize what I’ve done.

I think I need to sleep.

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